Note: This was my firt attempt at erotica (quite a while back), and it's pretty tame. At the time, I liked READING about hot, sweaty, and taboo love, but I was a little embarrassed to actually WRITE the naughty parts. In fact, I did a little quick surgery on the ending before posting this here. In the first version I couldn't quite bring myself to write the climax scene; instead I left the poor couple to hump away forever. I've fixed that little omission by including a little emission.
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"So," said Mary, "how come you haven't made a pass at me?"
"Sorry?"
"'Sorry I didn't hear you', or 'Sorry I haven't made a pass at you'?"
I looked over at the 18 year old in the seat next to me, then stalled for time by concentrating on the road. The interstate was wide open in both directions, with absolutely no other cars in sight. I did a pretty good job of making it look as though driving in a straight line took a lot of skill and concentration.
"I mean," she said, "last night we slept in the same room, for God's sake."
"That's my fault," I said. "I never thought the motels in that berg would be booked up. In the middle of nowhere, and it's like there's a convention in town." We barreled down I-80. "Speaking of nowhere, any idea where we are now?"
She consulted the map. "Still Wyoming. Coming up on Rock Springs."
It was starting to get dark. "I think Rock Springs is where we make camp tonight," I said.
"OK." She looked at me. I watched her via peripheral vision; watching her watch me. "So?" she said.
"So?" I said.
"So... why?"
I sighed. "OK, let's see. I'm 40. You're 18."
"So?"
"So, you're young enough to be my daughter. Your best friend IS my daughter. That makes me too old for you. Times two. In fact, I should basically be invisible to you."
"You're not," she said. "You're hot. In case you didn't know. You have all these muscles, but you don't act like you know you're hot. Which makes you hotter."
I watched the road.
"And," she said, "you're not drooling after me and pawing around. You're like this safe hot guy who's not after me, and that's... well, intriguing."
"'Intriguing.' Good word. Good to have in the old high school vocabulary."
"Geez, you're not going to talk about this, are you?"
I watched the road. Rock Springs Exit, the sign said. 5 miles.
"I sleep in the nude, you know."
"What?" I said.
"I sleep in the nude, usually. Last night I wore clothes for you."
The road. Straight line. Rock Springs Exit, 2 miles.
"Me too."
"What?" she said.
"I sleep naked at home. I wore boxers for you."
"Oh," she said.
We pulled off the interstate at the Elk Street exit, and looked for motels. "There," she said. "'Vacancy. Air Conditioning, Cable TV, Pool, Spa, Sauna. $40.99'"
I aimed for the sign, and parked the pickup in one of the few open parking slots. We got out, stretched, and walked to the lobby. I was tired, and my back was killing me.
"One room left," the clerk said. "King bed." He looked from me to Mary, then back again. "That OK?"
"Any rooms with two beds?" I asked.
"Yes," he said. I waited. "All taken, though," he said.
"Got rollaway beds?"
"You bet," he said. "All taken."
"Can you recommend another motel?"
"Sure. But I can tell you that they're pretty much all booked. We only have the one room open here because the guy that had it had to leave because his meeting was moved up or something."
"What could be going on in a place this size that has all the rooms booked?"
He looked offended at the suggestion that his town wasn't worthy. "Don't know, except that it's summer, and there are a lot of people on the interstate. Like you." He looked at us. "Do you want the room?"
"Yes," Mary said. I looked at her.