Chapter 1: Loading
"Ashley, we will be leaving in 5 minutes." I called up to my little sister.
"Ok
DAD,
I am coming." punctuating 'Dad' with the adolescent mockery I have grown to expect from my her. This was her first summer back from college and, as a gift, I promised her a trip up to a cabin for her and her friends.
"You're lucky I am not dad. I'd spank your ass for the way you talk to me." I said.
I saw her at the top of the stairs. Of course, she had to bring every single piece of clothing she owned in two huge suitcases. Just enough for a single week in the woods. As she tried, and failed, to lift the massive suitcase off the ground I meet her at the top of the stairs.
"Well you sure do act like he did." she said in an exhausted huff. "And kind of look like him too. I guess you spanking me wouldn't be too far off." She said with a smile, and chuckle, as she reached out and scratched my beard. She wasn't fairly accurate, being a stout introverted bearded bookworm, I am look and act similar to my dad before he passed. Both of us taking the quiet dominant role in our work, and life. Even sharing the same passion for writing.
"Papa Bear." A pet name we used for me dad, and I seem to have slowly acquired.
"Go get in the SUV, your counsel waits their queen." refer to her senior prom queen status, giving her a smack on the ass as I did. She yelped and descended the stairs giggling. I bent down to grab her suitcase. "Christ, these things are heavy." I said setting off after her.
"I am surprised to hear you're actually into this, Chris." Scott said, sounding like an arrogant jock as usual. He was Ashley's boyfriend; star high school quarterback, and star rookie quarterback his first year of college. He was a decent guy, if he could ever get the arrogant tone out of his voice.
"Surprised I'd agree to put up with you delinquents for a weekend at the cabin?" I said, tossing one of Ashley's suitcases his direction.
"Let's just say I'm doing my brotherly duty." Heaving a bag into the back of the SUV.
"Whatever you say man. It's still really cool you doing this for her." He gave me a pat on my shoulder.
"No need to touch me Scott." I said shrugging his hand off. I didn't have a problem with Scott per say, I have a problem with people. Well more the interactions with people. Small talk, unless stories, unneeded physical contact, all got on my nerves and pushed me further into books and learning.
"Sorry man." Scott said apologetically.
"You're ok kid. Just a preference of mine." Throwing him a quick smile before walking to the front of the SUV. That's when I spotted an unknown woman in the passenger seat. She looked to be about 18, young and tiny. Redheaded, freckled cheeks, and an overall bookworm look about her; this thought seemed a bit heavy handed when I realized she was, indeed, reading a book.
"Who's the girl." Stopping my sister before she can climb into the back seat.
"That's Rachel, she is my roommate. Shy girl, reads about as much as you do. I thought maybe you two could talk about that." she gave me a smirk before opening the back door.
She's setting me up. Really? My kid sister set me up to meet a girl? I couldn't help but let out a bit of a chuckle. As I climbed into the driver's seat, she gave me a sideways glance and continued reading her book.
Well hello to you too
. I thought to myself.
Even though personal interaction with people annoyed the hell out of me, I still had to partake as most of us do. To make this easier on me, my dad taught me how to read a people. People, in and of themselves, are stories; vocal fluctuation is the emotion, words the dialogue, body language the hidden meaning, and the combination of the three a sentence. This made interactions with people into my own code cracking book as a teen. As an adult, I use it for knowing what someone wants without having to talk too much.
Rachel was wearing mid-thigh shorts, a tank top with a bra built in, flip flops, minimal makeup and a single leather bracelet. Dressed for comfort, not to impress. To me, she was beautiful; her tiny frame, small breast, pale skin, and modest apparel was very appealing. I often depicted woman just like her in my erotic fiction. Normally a young bookworm, falling in love with a dominant daddy figure, and showing him how kinky she really was. A typical guy reach for dominance and teaching, something I have actually been able to experience in real life. The sound of door closing hard brought me out of my fantasy world.
"I didn't think I would ever find a spot in the back for my bag. Jesus Ashley, did you pack enough?" That was Ashley's old high school friend Sue. A "Tomboy with a fashion sense" as she liked to be called. Which was true enough, she would be the first one wrestling with the teens in high school. Even though it was really an excuse to be touched and groped for her. Her 'head turning fashion sense' was actually just an excuse to wear as little as possible. Today's enticing outfit was a curve hugging halter top yellow dress that came up to about mid thigh. She was dressed to impress, but who? Probably anyone we came across.
"Oh, don't even start. I saw that suitcase you carried. Its not much smaller than mine." Ashley rebutted.
"It's still smaller and only one." She teased.
"Thanks for taking us, Chris." She said as she is reaching out and patted my shoulder, adding a flirty smile when I looked in the rearview mirror.
I nodded "Welcome." I have to admit, I've always liked Sue. Despite her extremely extroverted personality, she is a nice girl. And knew when to push the envelope or let it pass by.
"I see how it is. You're ok with her patting your shoulder." Scott fanning hurt.
"Grow a pair of tits like mine, and guys let you do a lot to them." Sue said sticking out her chest and shaking them at Scott and Ashley. They all laughed, but I notice Rachel just squirmed a bit in her seat.
"Hey squeaks." Sue said giving Rachel a hug around the seat. She grinned giving Sues arm a pat.
"Squeaks?" I said raising an eyebrow in Rachel's direction.
"She quite as a mouse until you do this." Sue said, then poked Rachel in the side. She let out a high-pitched squeak, the whole SUV started rock with everyone laugh in it. Rachael's' face turned bright red, as she covered her mouth and looking at me embarrassed. I placed a reassuring hand on her thigh, squeezing slightly. She was by far the cutest woman I have laid eyes on. Innocent, cute, and shy; I felt my cock stiffen as she looked at me, I had to look away and busied myself with starting the car to pull out.
The laughter started to die down in the car as we pulled away. Rachel returned to reading her book, as the old friends in the back, caught up and reminisced about the old day. We set out on our way to, what I hoped to be, a fun and quiet vacation.
Chapter 2: Pit Stop
"Fill the tank Scott." I said as we hit our first and only pit stop of our journey.
"Sir, yes sir!" giving me a mocking salute.
A chorus of groaning, yawning, and stretching sounded as we piled out of my SUV. I took this time to use the gas pump as a back scratcher, lean against it and working out the knots and hitches, that have been growing for the last hour. Though the SUV is spacious, three hours on the road takes a toll on most people, and we still had two more hours to go. Everyone looked tired, except for Rachel. She was still infatuated with her book. Halfway through the trip she ask if she could put her feet on the dash, but she has yet to move from the position. Sneaking peaks at her elegant smooth and pale legs kept me occupied. A welcomed distraction from the miles of highway that greeted me the first half of our trip.
"Easy big guy. We still need to use that pump you're using as a back scratcher." Scott said, placing the nozzle into my SUV. I gave him the finger with a chuckle. Looking back to Rachel sitting with her legs propped up on the dashboard, twirling a strand of hair as she read her book.
"Planning on stretching your legs girly?" Ashley said, appearing in the window next to Rachel.
"After this chapter." she said not looking up from her book. Ashley shrugged, turned around and walked with Sue to the shop, leaving Rachel to read. I stepped around the front of the SUV and stood beside Rachel's window.
