They slept in, did Trish and Jil, and did not leave their hotel until around noon. The two of them finally dragged their well-fucked and eaten pussies from Joan's house around three that morning. So, yeah, they slept in...
"Something's bothering you, Trish, I can tell," Jil finally said after almost an hour on the road with little in the way of conversation from Trish. One-word answers was all that Jil had gotten in return for trying to make conversation.
"You can, huh?" was Trish's terse reply.
"Yeah, I can; don't be a cunt! If I've done something to piss you off, say so and let me try to make it right," Jil said back to her.
Trish stay silent for a little bit, but, relenting, she finally answered Jil.
"Jil, it's nothing you've done, okay? I'm just trying to work through some things that I discovered about myself and that's all it is, okay?" Trish said, her voice a bit softer, a bit less harsh.
"I get that, Trish, and if I can help you with that, I'd like to, that's all." Jil replied to her new 'crush'. Yes, crush, because Jil's discovered that she has a huge crush on Trish.
"Okay, Sherlock, how 'bout you explain to me why I find myself, at this stage of my life, crazy about pussy, and more to the point, crazy about a little pain mixed in with all the sex of the past couple of days." Trish challenged her nineteen year-old coed car-mate.
"Well, the easy part of all of that is why you are crazy about pussy," Jil quickly said, "I mean, come on, why wouldn't you be crazy about pussy? From my perspective, being crazy about pussy doesn't seem strange at all, but then, I've been crazy about pussy since I was fourteen," Jil finished with a little giggle.
"Now, the pain thing, that's on a whole other level," Jil went on to say, "I'm not sure why you find it a problem if it contributes to you having a good sexual experience in the end, no pun intended," giggling again.
Trish chuckled to herself at that remark because, pun or not, her ass was sore from the pounding she took last night from first, Joan, then later, Jil. They took turns last night reaming Trish's asshole with the strap-on dildo and while last night Trish enjoyed it, she sure was sore today.
"In the end, huh?," Trish remarked, "Well, let me tell you that, 'in the end', my asshole is hurting," laughing afterwards.
Jil laughed with her, glad to see that Trish found some humor from their conversation. Jil didn't want Trish to not enjoy their time together, though the closer they got to Colorado, the closer they came to parting ways. For Jil's part, she wished this road trip could last forever.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you last night, but I was so caught up in the threesome with Joan that I might have been a little rough on you," Jil said.
"Wasn't so much that as much as it's the fact that I enjoyed it all; the verbal abuse, the bondage when ya'll tied me up and 'forced me' to eat ya'll, the ass-fucking, all of it, I fucking loved it and that bothers me a little," Trish replied.
Jil stayed silent for a bit, thinking over what Trish had said about last night, thinking about what thrills she, Jil, got last night when she was 'in control' of Trish, and earlier, of Joan. Jil actually enjoyed that aspect of their delicious threesome with their playmate of last evening.
"This might piss you off, and I hope it doesn't, but can I tell you something?" Jil finally got the courage to say.
"Yeah, sweetie, you can tell me anything you'd like," Trish said, feeling as she said it, an ease within herself, an easing of the mental beating she'd given herself since they left their hotel at noon.
"Well, if I'm going to be truthful, and I don't want to be anything but that with you, I enjoyed it when I was 'in control' over you, over Joan, I really fucking liked that, last night," Jil said, reaching over to stroke Trish's arm on the steering wheel as she guided them down the road.
"But," Jil continued, "If it bothers you, I will never do that to you again, I will never hurt you like that, again, okay?"
Trish was silent for a short while, mulling over what Jil had just said, before replying to her.
"Didn't say that I didn't want it to happen again, baby, I'm just puzzled as to why I liked it so much," Trish said, softly, reaching with her own hand to rub Jil's leg, afterwards.
"Well, I know I'm younger and less experienced than you but maybe you don't need to question it, maybe you just need to accept it, go with it, and see where it leads you," Jil answered, placing her hand lovingly over Trish's hand, which was gently rubbing her leg, stirring up the fires in her belly.
"Maybe, you're right, sweetie, maybe you're right about that," was all that Trish replied to her rider.
They drove in silence for a while, listening to some excellent Blues and Jazz on her satellite radio channel, putting them both in a calmer, reflective mood.
"Hungry?" Trish asked after a few miles of silence.
"I could eat, I could not eat, it's whatever you want to do," Jil said cheerfully.
"Well, why don't we grab a quick bite to tide us over, then I'll put you to work while I drive and let you roll us a doobie and, find us a place to stay tonight," Trish said, her voice also more cheerful.
They stopped, fueled up, ate a quick bite at the truckstop's cafe, then hit the road again. Jil quickly rolled a rather sloppy, but serviceable, 'fat-boy' for the road. Lighting it, she passed it to Trish as she spread the Road Atlas across her lap to study as they passed the joint back and forth.
"Geez Louise, there's no hope for anything other than some boring-ass city somewhere in Nebraska, Trish...certainly, no 'jumping' cities to stay in," Jil finally said.
"Yeah, it's fucking-boring Nebraska, baby; only thing that jumps in Nebraska are the fucking cows when prodded," Trish agreed.
"Well, it looks like we'll hit Omaha around five and I'd suggest it, since it's the last large town we'll hit before we get back to Colorado," Jil finally said.
"Omaha it is, then, sweetcheeks," Trish replied with a smile, "Should I call the media and alert them to warn their fair maidens to hide?" Trish joked.
"Yeah, like that's going to happen!" Jil replied, "I'm pretty certain that, unlike Chicago, we won't find any pussy in Omaha to join us in bed," laughing as she said it.
Oh, but how wrong she was...
They reached the hotel at around five-thirty, getting out to stretch the road from their bodies before grabbing their small roll-ons from the trunk and tossing the keys to the valet to park Trish's car.
Walking to the front desk to check in, one clerk was busy checking in a guest and the other clerk waited for them with a smile on his face.
"Welcome, ladies, do you have a reservation?" he cheerfully asked.
"Yep," Jil replied, and reading off the code given by 800 reservations, he found their info and began the process of checking them in.
Glancing over to the other person checking in, Trish and Jil saw an African-American woman of about thirty or so, obviously, judging by her garb, a business exec of some sort. She was 'just short' of being drop-dead gorgeous, but not by much. Both Jil and Trish found themselves staring at her, not meaning to, but staring, nevertheless.
She, the exec, must have felt the stares because she turned in their direction, smiled at them, then returned to signing her check-in sheet for the clerk.
Leaning in to whisper in Trish's ear, Jil simply said, "Wow!", leaving a soft kiss on Trish's ear afterwards.
Turning to face Jil, her face away from the lady, Trish just mouthed the words to Jil, "Wow, indeed!"
They reached the elevators at the same time did Trish, Jil and the good-looking black woman, and holding the door for her, they allowed her to enter first.
