This story is part of a stand-alone continuation of my
Road Trip
series (see the end of 'Road Trip – California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in the order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. George and Summer Ellis, characters in this chapter were introduced in
Road Trip – Ohio.
Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.'
Synopsis of This Story Up to This Point
: After a motorcycle road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex (read the Road Trip series), Jim, girlfriend country singer Crystal Lee and her sister Ellen, a love interest named Claire, and a nymphomaniac housekeeper Nadia lived together. Jim gets into country music, does his first movie (enjoying several orgies with his leading lady),and becomes a hero several time to great media acclaim. The press discovered that Jim fathered a child in Ohio during his road trip, but with sexy Edie's help, Crystal and Jim manage the news so their reputations remain intact. Billy, their bandleader, and Dan, their publicist, joined the group more often. Claire finally revealed her mysterious past, admitting to doing porn films and being an escort girl. Crystal and Jim get Grammys for their great music. During a concert in London, Jim receives a blackmail note. He hires a private detective to help search for the culprit, and hence meets Margo. On a flight to London, Jim and Margo joined the Mile High Club, and later confront some suspects and resolve the blackmail threat to Jim. After leaving Margo and Caroline – one of the suspects, Jim continues his European tour. In Berlin, CIA agents asked Jim to do a special task in Moscow and bring back secret data to the west. He succeeds and receives highly sex-filled thanks from the female CIA agent. After Moscow, the entourage move to Dublin, where Jim discovers a bomb in the concert stadium, and at great personal risk saves the day by carrying the bomb to a place to limit damage. His 'Mellon Girls' reward him in an appropriate manner.
Crystal Clear Ch. 19
Swimming nude, Nadia's sexy toga party, a birth
My dive neatly cut the water, leaving little back splash. I soared under the surface for thirty feet or so before my natural buoyancy carried me to the surface. The endorphins I'd generated from a seven-mile run put me on an elated high. The meditation time I'd spent in the forest clearing near the back of the house had given me clarity and renewed spiritual awareness for the day. I felt a unity with mind, body, and spirit, as well as good chi. I allowed myself to float on my back, effortlessly, looking up at a bright blue heaven of a perfect morning in Nashville.
I thought about heaven, and what it must be like. In a way, I didn't believe in either a heaven or a hell – these were constructs of man, not of some vengeful God who made decisions on where you would spend the rest of eternity. I believed in angels too, but not the kind with wings; more like spiritual guides that we should listen to more frequently. I believed in an after life and a before life; I had trouble envisioning what that place and space and time would be like, but I had always carried great faith that these were real experiences of the spirit – the soul. The bomb explosion in Dublin had reminded me how thin the veil between life and death could be – the tether between this world and some other. But it wasn't just the bomb and the damage it did – the fatalities, or how close it had come to killing hundreds of innocents. What bothered me most was how terrible one person's mind had become to try to wreak that kind of damage on their fellow spirits. I pushed the thoughts away and went back to staring at a cloud slowly changing color as its angle to the sun changed.
One by one each of the four women in the pool came and kissed me. I told each of them how I loved them and treasured my relationship with them. I made sure to do that often; I didn't want to pass to another world someday and have left things like that unsaid. We had an unusual relationship with each other, a single male loved and was intimate with these women who also loved each other. Further, there were others in our circle of intimacy – other men and women who shared a willingness to open up and love freely. I felt a close and deep bond with every one of them, closer, I realized, than I had felt with Karen – my late wife, or with my stoic parents when they were alive, or with my sister growing up – before we changed our relationship to one that included physical intimacy and romantic love for one another, a relationship that brought us together in mind, body, and spirit.
These relationships were not only about lust for one another, although that mortal activity certainly played a core role in our thinking each day; but also we related to each other with love. In that love, we pushed each other to do better, to be the best we could be at whatever we chose, to find joy in each moment, and to savor the 'Now' of that moment. We were each other's best friends forever and their most intimate lovers. We were all open to new relationships, but few stood the test of time that our core circle enjoyed.
Nadia's nude body went up the stairs out of the pool and as usual my eyes locked onto her positively adorable and perfectly shaped ass. I even think I might have drooled for a few seconds. She turned back to us and said, "Breakfast in five minutes my darlings. I could use one person to help carry the trays out here." Claire went up the stairs to help Nadia, also displaying a naked derriere that certainly deserved a silver medal. The 'Here' Nadia referred to was the patio behind the house I shared with Crystal outside of Nashville. Nadia had continued to play the role of housekeeper for us despite our attempts to put her on a more equal basis since she had become our paramour; the auburn haired Russian imp told us, "Maybe some day I'll be a different kind of partner, but for now this is how I want to show my love for you." When she wasn't playing housekeeper, she continued working on a bachelor's degree at the college two towns over. I could only imagine the chaos she created on campus when she wore tight jeans and a form-fitting top. Nadia also had a 'rack' worthy of ogling.
Nadia occasionally went out on dates with some of her classmates, a point made complicated because she averaged four years older than the men in her class at college. Nonetheless, she looked the right age partly because she was petite, barely topping five feet tall. While Crystal and I had been on a concert and movie premiere tour in Europe, Nadia had gotten on the social circuit at the college; she now routinely attended weekend fraternity house parties. We hadn't had time to talk in detail, but she implied that she already had some wild stories to tell about some of the parties; as she put it, "I see sexy things, and I do sexy things; when the time is right, I tell you my stories so you ... you make love to me harder and faster." Now, that sounded like a series of tales I had to hear.
Claire climbed from pool to help. She ran a towel over her gorgeous body – trim, with not an ounce of fat anywhere. Her breasts shimmied as she did her back pulling the towel from side to side; her long red hair lay in long damp ringlets on either shoulder almost reaching down to her nipples. Claire blossomed in our love, coming from a rescue by Jill Danes – the actress, and from a career path she hadn't liked but had felt trapped in as a porn movie queen and a high-end call girl. Now that she had shared her secret life with us, she seemed more relaxed and wanted to talk about those years in her life, perhaps as a catharsis of her spirit. The adult trade had taught her skills she willingly shared with us about how to please each other; plus, she had shared a few stories that turned us on – stories of sex and seduction, stories of love and lust and power.
Claire had become Ellen's partner in many ways. They been Sapphic lovers the entire time we were away in Europe – usually including Nadia, but they each admitted that they pined away for Crystal and me to come home. Claire told me the first night we were home, "I am bisexual, but just spent all these weeks being a lesbian. I want to be with you a lot; I love you. I want to be bisexual again. I need my quota of your manhood." Ellen who lay nude beside us at the time agreed.
Ellen followed Claire from the pool, also pausing to wring out her long brunette tresses. She made it a tie for the silver medal of rear ends along with Claire. When I'd first met Ellen she had a mix of sophistication and immaturity about her. The latter took the form of self-centeredness; a need to stand out regardless of situation, and a sense of privilege because she'd recently completed her degree. Perhaps it was Claire and my influence, but Ellen had mellowed into a more balanced mature woman in the two years I'd known her. She had gone from superficial to deep, from flighty to intellectual, from self-centered to other centered, she'd adopted a nearby dog rescue as a 'cause' she spent some of her free hours helping, not afraid to get her hands dirty. She'd learned how to reach out to others, and that skill now showed in all she did, especially when she was around us. Moreover, with my agent Terry's help, she had grounded herself in the entertainment industry as an associate producer of pop and country music. All this, yet she'd kept her friendliness, youthful enthusiasm, and bubbly personality that endeared her to everyone.
Crystal floated to me again, her nude body pressing against mine. I loved the feel of her against me. She kissed me and said, "I love you more every day than the day before, but not as much as tomorrow." We hugged, and I confirmed my deep emotional feeling for her. Crystal had taken my life, broken from the shattering death of my wife and the resultant loss of all motivation except to ride my motorcycle across the country, and given me an opportunity to excel in new ways and new places as a country singer – a good one, a popular one whose songs sold millions of copies, much to my surprise. She'd also drawn me out by her care in a loving and forgiving relationship, helping me to love again. She always gave of herself to others – her time, talent, and treasure helped so many, and by example she'd taught all of us how to 'give back' for the gifts the Universe had bestowed on us.
The girls all put on light wraps, and I slipped into a pair of black briefs that could also pass as a very thin bathing suit. Nadia produced eggs benedict with her own custom sauce that made the meat and eggs melt in your mouth with a delicious after-taste.
The five of us sat and chatted, but mostly I listened and watched the women and how they interacted with each other. I had to pause my mental processes and say a prayer to the Universe for these women in my life – open, loving, passionate, forgiving, tolerant, and fun loving. I couldn't fantasize of a more erotic or exotic life; I lived it. I couldn't ask for more love; I had it delivered to me every minute of every day. I couldn't feel deeper joy; my life had an amazing abundance of happiness. My prior life must have been awful, because this one was heavenly.
