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Day 17...
Marni had driven us into 'Sin City' and I drove us out, lattes in hand and 'sins' left in our wake.
We were a little less than a thousand miles from home and we chose to take three days to do it, picking Reno and Eugene as our overnight stops.
"Reno is programmed into the nav-sys," Marni confirmed when we pulled away from the Starbucks drive-thru, "we ought to get there around four'ish or so, babe."
"That'll work...should be a pretty drive once we get our asses out of Nevada and into the Sierras," I opined as I scanned the flatness that would be our scenery until we got close to Reno and Tahoe.
Marni was the one who thought that Eugene would be a good place to spend our last night of vacation, though she wouldn't tell me why.
"Look, it extends our vay-cay one more day is all I'm saying," She pressed, "Bad enough it has to end, is how I feel, babe, so one more night away from the real world is okay with me."
"I hear you...okay, Reno and Eugene it is," I acquiesed, surrending to her reasons.
"Oh, shit...look at what I just found, girlfriend," Marni gushed, her elation easily heard in her words.
She had been digging around in her shoulder-tote looking for I don't know what when she found a skinny doob, sorta' mashed up but still intact. She was happy because she thought we had smoked the last of her stash when we shared with our evil twins back in Flagstaff.
"Damn, wonder how long that's been there?" She mused as she smoothed out the wrinkles carefully so's not to tear the thin paper.
"Good thing we weren't going through an airport with that little surprise in there," I smirked.
"Damn sure the truth...we'll save it for another time?" She asked as she put it into a side pocket of the tote.
"O-tay, buckwheat," I said in agreement and settled in for the boring-ass drive to the Reno.
I should've been using my cruise control but I wasn't, choosing instead to 'drive' my new car. Traffic was sparse, and staring at the long, straight highway in front of me that stretched to the horizon, I goosed the Beemer for a quick spurt of speed and excitement.
She appeared out of nowhere, lights flashing behind me, the Beemer registering a hundred and five at the time and my heart jumping into my throat when I saw her pulling behind me.
"You two are lucky that I'm at the end of an eigtheen hour day and don't want to deal with the paperwork...watch your speed, ladies, got it?" The Nevada State trooper said to us as she leaned over to talk with us through Marni's opened window, on the passenger side.
"Yes ma'am," We replied meekly, our wrists, luckily, only slapped and not handcuffed, "Thank you, I really do appreciate you cutting us a break," I said further.
"Cute ass," Marni remarked as she powered up her side-glass, staring at the trooper's image in her side-mirror as the officer walked away from us, back towards her cruiser.
"Cute ass? We could've gotten busted and 'cute ass' is what you took from that stop?" I asked, stupified.
"Well, that, and big boobs...think her boobs were bigger than yours, Jules," Marni answered with a chuckle.
"You tired of my 'girls' already, girlfriend?" I teased.
"Not at all, love your girls," She rejoined with a playful cupping of my boob in her hand, jiggling it a bit.
"Glad I have something 'else' that you love," I teased back with a smirk.
She didn't say anything for a few minutes, long enough that I began to wonder if I said something I shouldn't have.
"Jules, I...I may not say it out loud," She stumbled to say, "But...I mean, you know right? You know how I feel about you, right?"
"Pretty sure I do, babe," My tone not light or joking, now.
"Look Jules, every time I've said 'those words' to someone I cared for enough to say 'em, every fucking time Jules, it was the kiss of death for the relationship," her words coming deliberatly, carefully chosen, it seemed to me.
Turning her face towards me, she took my hand in hers and brought it to her chest, over her heart, holding it there with her hand.
"I don't want to fuck this up, Jules, I really don't...I don't want to risk that," She said softly, kissing the tips of my fingers afterwards and releasing my hand from hers, "This thing with you is just to good to mess up."
"Okay...I'm good with that, I understand that completely," I replied with a smile to her, "Do you need to hear 'em from me? 'Cause..."
"No, I don't," She interupted me to say, "I know that you love me...known it since New Orleans, babe," She answered softly.
That'd be about right, I remembered thinking, liking the fluttering that was going on in my stomach in that moment.
That's when I saw something in the rear-view, or at least, I 'thought' I saw something, a flash, a movement, something.
"Huh!" I said aloud, staring hard at my rear-view mirror, then chuckling a bit.
"What?"
"See those 'heat wiggles' out there, out in the desert?" I answered, pointing to the shimmering on the horizon, "makes people see things, like mirages and shit."
"So?"
"For a second there, I could've sworn I glimpsed a big-assed monkey waving goodbye in my damn mirror," I confessed...
The drive was going about as good as it could when 'boring' was the best thing one could say about it. With the Beemer's cruise control locked in at sixty-five, it felt as if we were barely moving, a feeling made worse by the fact that there was hardly any traffic on this Monday morning.
"That cop back there?" Marni remarked.
"Yeah, what about her? Want to send her a thank-you for letting us go?" I teased.
"Probably should but, no, that's not what I was going to say," She answered, "What I was going to say was that her tight-fitting uniform sorta' turned me on...never been turned on by a 'uniform' before, at least, I don't remember it if I ever was."
"Okaaay," I replied, a little unsure about where she was going with that comment.
Catching a bit of movement out of the corner of my right eye, I glanced towards Marni just as she was shimmying her shorts over her hips and legs until they were gathered at her ankles.
"Hope you can drive with one hand," She said softly, gripping and leading my right hand to the top of her panties, sliding my fingers under the waist band.
"You want me to play with you while I'm driving?" I asked, but leaving my hand in place, my fingers sorta' rubbing on her mons.
"Uh-huh," She answered softly, scooting a bit closer to make it easier for me to do so, then reclining her seat a bit.
"You're really wet," I commented when the tip of my forefinger slid over her clit.
"Uh-huh," Her response earthy, her hips moving just a wee bit under the massage of my finger to her button.
Well, what the hell was I suppose to do?
She got off around mile marker 279...
"Sure you want to stop in Reno?" Marni asked when we were still a couple of hours out, "Still a lot of daylight left."
"Not sure we have much choice," I answered, "Not a hell of a lot of towns west of Reno in the mountains, at least towns large enough that they'd have a good choice of hotels," I averred.
"You're right about that," She declared, "I've been looking but Klamath Falls is the next largest town on our route after leaving Reno and that'd be another two hundred or so miles...okay, you're right, Reno it is."
"Want me to get a rez at one of the casino hotels?" She asked further when she logged into her IPad.
"Not really, think I'm 'casinoed out'," I declared to her, she nodding in agreement.
"Okay...you just drive, I'll find us something."
Neither of us knew how prophetic her words would be.
"Still looking for a room?" I asked after about a half-hour of silence.
"Oh, no...sorry, we're booked into a Westin," She answered, "I've just been looking over the Craigslist ads in Eugene."
"Craigslist?"
"Remember when I told you about hooking up with a couple of gals when I first moved to Portland?" She replied, "hooked up with 'em through Craigslist."
"Annnnd?" I probed, curious.
"Some of the personal ads are kinda' hot," She remarked casually, "I'll look through 'em every once in a while to check out horny women," laughing after saying it.
"So, did you find any horny women in Eugene, baby?" I teased.
"A couple," She answered with her eyes still on her IPad, "also found a couple of college gals looking for hook-ups...but, they're looking for other college chicks."
I thought about that a few moments, my mind-pic immediately returning to the vision of our li'l red-haried cutie in New Orleans flashing her perky li'l titties the night we earned our beads.
"Too bad," I opined, "Bet we could teach them a thing or two about playing in girly-land," laughing a bit, "we do seem to play well with others, you and me."
"Tell me what you think of this," She said, then reading:
"In Eugene for 1 night, 2 gal-pals, 28 & 32, seeking coed for mutual fun & games at our hotel. The 'unsure' and 'curious' need not respond...we know we like girls & you should too."
"What's that? An ad? You're placing an ad?" I answered.
"Well, you asked me to find you young pussy to play with, don't you remember?" She replied.
I had to think about that and then, I remembered, I recalled the conversation about 'young pussy' after we left New Orleans, remembering that I had, indeed, said something to her about finding me some young stuff.