They were, for the most part, silent, lost within their own thoughts, as they put mile after mile behind them on the Nebraska plains.
The vibe between them was good; no, it was excellent, if truth be told. The silence was more a manifestation of the realization that soon, way too soon, they would be 'back in the real world', to use Trish's phraseology. That also meant back to life without each other 24/7 as it had been during their travels together.
Neither looked to that as a good thing, no, not in the slightest.
"Do you want to push and get back to Denver tonight, or shall we find a motel for one more night on the road?" Trish asked Jil as they approached their sixth hour on the road.
"I'd prefer another night on the road if you think we can find someplace to stay," Jil answered, her head laying on the headrest and turned towards Trish.
"Shouldn't be too hard if you don't mind pulling in sometime in the next hour; there's a couple of larger-'small towns' off the interstate that should have decent motels," Trish answered, turning her head to give her young friend a smile.
"Let's do that," Jil replied, reaching with her hand to brush her fingers along Trish's cheek.
"Consider it done, sweetie," was Trish's soft reply, glad within herself that Jil wanted a last night as much as she did.
They were checked into their motel room within the hour, leaving them about a six-hour drive the next day. Using Trish's laptop, Jil logged on and checked email, replying to a few, checking school schedules for the upcoming semester, etc. Trish used the time to call Jon, to check in on her business and much to her relief, there was no urgent issues that needed her immediate attention.
"Business has been good, T," Jon said, using his 'pet name' for Trish, "No problems and nobody not showing up for work; take a couple of more days, if you'd like, we'll survive."
"You saying I'm not needed, Jon?" teased Trish.
"Aaah, you know better than that, boss, it's really just the fact that you work your ass off and take very little time for yourself," Joh replied.
"Well, if it's going that well, I might just take the weekend to unwind from my trip and just come back on Monday, okay?" Trish said, hanging up after Jon gave her a positive response.
"Well, the good news is that I'm not going back to my joint until Monday; I gave myself the weekend off," Trish said as Jil was logging off the laptop.
"The bad news?" asked Jil.
"The bad news is that the real world is waiting for us to return and I really don't want to," Trish answered honestly as Jil crawled onto the bed to lay next to Trish, to lay in Trish's arms.
"I have a little bit of good news," Jil said, "at least, I think it's good news."
"Well, you going to keep me waiting all day, Bitch?" Trish teased as she hugged Jil tightly to her body.
Laughing, Jil said, "No, you cunt! Okay, my news is that my pre-semester enrollment and class plan has been accepted and I don't need to be back at school until Monday."
Pausing a nano-second, Trish asked, "Want to shack up with me for the weekend at my place? I'll bring you back to your dorm either on Sunday night or Monday morning, whichever works best for you."
"Yes, I'd love to shack up with you but only if you don't bring me back until Monday morning," Jil replied, her heart swelling with happiness at the thought of more time with Trish.
"Done!" was all that Trish said, in reply.
They showered, settled on a place to eat dinner (not that there was a huge selection of restaurants to choose from), and were back to their room by seven'ish.
"And that's the way to roll a nice, tight joint, got it?" Trish asked when she was through showing Jil how 'she' rolled doobies.
"Looks easy when you do it but, when I try, it seems like my fingers becomes toes," Jil laughingly replied as she took the offered doob from Trish.
"Yeah, me too when I first started but with enough practice, it becomes easier," Trish replied as she took the joint from Jil's fingers for her own toke.
"Speaking of smoking dope," Trish interjected, "don't you jocks have to pass pee tests and all that crap?"
"Yes, yes we do," Jil answered, "but since my sport is a Spring sport, I won't get tested until January and, following my usual practice, I'll stop smoking dope at Thanksgiving and will not smoke again until after Spring semester is over."
"Crafty, good-looking, and really good at eating pussy; my kind of gal," joked Trish.
"Good", Jil said, pushing Trish onto her back, on the bed, and unsnapping Trish's shorts at the same time, "because that's what I'm going to do right now, I'm going to eat that delicious pussy of yours."
And she did, for a very long time and in such a manner that to say she was 'eating pussy' wouldn't seem quite right...now, if you said that she was making love to Trish's pussy, that would have been much more accurate.
And, on that last night 'on the road', they made slow, languid love to one another, taking their time, making it last, long into the night until they fell asleep in each other's arms...
***
Trish's estimate of about six hours driving time proved to be right on the money, almost to the second. It wouldn't have been that long had the Nebraska State Trooper not held up their trip to give Trish a speeding ticket, the rat-bastard.
"Count your blessings, baby," Jil said in an effort to calm Trish down after leaving the trooper, "at least we hadn't fired up a doobie yet and he didn't smell the weed, or ask to search the car."
"Yeah, I know, we were lucky in that respect, but still, it pisses me off," Trish fumed, a little less so, now.
"What the fuck did you expect? Did you really think you could drive us back to Denver, the whole way, at ninty miles an hour?" Jil playfully teased.
Smiling, Trish replied, sheepishly, "No, you're right...it was dumb and I should be punished," showing Jil a fake-pout of sadness.
"Yes, yes you should...so, I'll think about a suitable punishment for you while we drive back to Denver but, at the speed limit, Right?" Jil responded.
"Yes, ma'am, at the legal speed limit," Trish agreed, feigning a tone of resignation.
"Good, because I'm going to try to roll a good joint for us to enjoy and I don't want to be interupted by fucking lights and sirens, understood?" Jil admonished.
"Yes ma'am," Trish replied with a gladness in her heart that she hadn't felt in a very long...well, she suddenly wondered, have I really ever felt 'this', before?
It gave Trish something to tuck away, in the deep recesses of her mind, something for her to think about, later, much, much later.
"Ohhh, Trish, I love these old trees hanging over the street," Jil said as they drove down Trish's street in the turn-of-the-century neighborhood. Most of the homes were well over a hundred years old, most updated to meet current codes.
Trish's bar had given her a very nice living, with a very nice income that she used wisely and well. She had bought her place five years ago, spent a ton of money remodling the interior to suit her life, her wants, her needs. It was her house, in every meaning of the word.
The exterior was refreshed, including the coach house garage,located at the rear of Trish's property. Unlike most homes in the neighborhood, Trish's fence was made of stone, not wood, and stood about a foot taller than usually found in fencing. Trish figured that the original owner was a very 'private' person...that, or a psychopath that wanted to keep his social sins hidden. Didn't matter to Trish, she liked the tall, stone fence, feeling as if she was in her own private world when in her back yard.
"Oohh, Trish, this is beautiful," Jil exclaimed when Trish drove into her driveway, parking under the small, flat extension next to the side entrance. The downstairs was comprised of a living room/den, kitchen, bath, dining room, and a small utility/mud room between the kitchen and back entrance. She had added a small deck at the back of the house, covered, and a hot tub that was large enough for six adults. She had also added some shrubbery and trees which served to provide shade and privacy to anyone using the tub.
Upstairs, Trish took out a wall and made two small bedrooms into one, huge master bed/bath complex. She converted another bedroom into a study/library/computer room/office. So that left her with only one other bedroom, making it into a guest room with private bath.
After giving Jil the fifty-cent tour, they opened windows and doors, letting the coolish, late summer air refresh the house that had been closed up for a couple of weeks. Checking her mail, delivered through a front door slot, there was the normal array of ciculars, ads, crap-mail as she called it, which she gathered and dropped straight into the outside trash can, unopened or looked at by her.
"You didn't even look through it for anything important," Jil admonished Trish.
"Anything by mail that's important goes to my business address," Trish explained, "nothing, I mean nothing that means anything comes to this address."
"In fact, cutie-pie, there's only been a few, a very few, people who have come to my house" Trish smilingly said.
"I feel honored," Jil said, and meaning it.
"Me, too, sweetie, me too," Trish said before kissing Jil softly on the lips.
"So, what do you want to do tonight? Eat in, eat out, stay in, go out, what?" Trish asked.
"I don't know, honestly, no joking, I'm really pretty open," Jil said, "What do you want to do?"
"You like theesomes, right?" Trish asked as an idea suddenly popped into her head.
"Yeaah," Jil replied, her curiosity piqued, now.
