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Day 2...
"Wha' the fuck?..." I yelled when I felt my body shaking.
Earthquake? What the hell...
"Wake up sleepy-head," Marni's voice implored, "Room service has delivered a pot of coffee and some warm muffins, babe," her hand on my shoulder.
"What...what time is it?" Asking the question as I struggled to sit upright, fighting the fog I was in.
"Five...in the morning. That five." Marni snickered, the aroma of the cup of coffee she had poured for me snapping me out of the stupor in which I was wallowing.
"Are you crazy?"
Hey, I thought it to be a valid question.
"Sweetie, we've got a good ten hours ahead of us if we want to reach Denver by mid-afternoon, 'K? Sooner we're rolling, sooner we're there," Marni said in reply.
"Bitch!"
But, she was right, I knew that.
Five forty-five in the A.M. and we were out the door, our rolling bags following behind us. Bags stowed in the trunk when the valet brought the car around, Marni quickly got into the driver's seat, nodding for me to sit shotgun.
"My turn to drive...if you want to lay back and grab some shuteye, I'm good, go ahead." Marni suggested.
"Maybe later, but...if you see a Starbuck's drive-thru off the highway..." Didn't need to finish the statement. Marni was as much of a coffee freak as I was.
The first few hours were virtually conversation-free save for a random remark or two about the beautiful scenic drive. Marni had locked in the satellite radio onto the Margaritaville channel and the tunes provided a nice soundtrack to the drive.
Yep. Both of us. Avowed Parrot-Heads.
Not a word had been mentioned about what had happened last night. Doesn't mean I wasn't thinking about it.
I was.
I was thinking a lot about it. I was thinking, mostly, about how much I enjoyed Marni's 'gift' to me, of her getting me off in a most delightful manner.
I wanted to say something, but couldn't find the words. First time another woman had touched me sexually and I was also dealing with that. How did I feel about that?
Pretty damn good, actually.
Should I say something? Probably. But, I stayed silent about it as did she, neither saying anything at all for the next twenty mintues or so.
"About last night..." Both of us saying it at the exact same time, I shit you not. Well, at least I wasn't the only one that had it on her mind I thought in the moment.
"Me first," Marni decried, her voice leaving no room for argument about it. Sitting back in my seat, I shut my mouth and looked to her, waiting.
"If I crossed a line...if you feel like you were forced into that situation, that I forced you..." She started to say, but I interrupted her.
"No, don't think that," I said quickly, wanting to clear that thought from her mind, "Nothing happened that I wasn't okay with...you didn't force me to do anything, 'K?"
She shot me a quick glance from the corners of her eyes, then returned to looking at the road.
"Okay...that being said," She continued, "I've been where you are after a bad break-up. Been there, done that and I knew that you needed the release."
"So, it was a pity hand-job?" I joked in an attempt to lighten the moment, "Is that what that was, Bitch?"
"No, Bitch! This is a pity hand-job," She laughed, grabbing my crotch over my shorts and roughly squeezing it.
We both laughed until tears were flowing. Nervousness? Probably, but as the laughter died, she left her hand on my crotch a 'wee' bit longer, her stroking gentle, not rough. With a smile to me, she moved her hand from my crotch to join her other one on the steering wheel.
"Thanks...for last night, I mean."
Was the only thing I could think to say. Lame, I know.
"Think I'm going to lay back and grab a bit of shuteye," I said while reclining my seat-back.
Only thing I could think to do. But, truth be known, what I wanted to do was to return the favor. I wanted to touch her, to feel her. Strange emotions coming from me because before last night, before I kicked my asshole fiance out, I was all about the man-meat, all about the one-eyed snake.
Now? I wasn't sure about much of anything right then except the fact that I wanted to touch her in the worse way, but...
"Damn, Marni Bad-Ass, you're going to have us into Denver about two hours early," I said to her as we crossed from Wyoming into Colorado, "and should you need a back-rub to ease the kinks from the driving, don't hesitate to ask," I offered.
Wow. Did I really just say that? She shot me a quick glance but said nothing.
"I know, right? Gotta' love the higher speed limits out here in the west," She replied with a bright smile.
"I've always liked Denver...Colorado, the whole scene out here," She continued, sounding a bit wistful to me.