About The Town Ch 2

We met Kevin and Ashley in a quick stop store on a Saturday night. Kevin was cute, I decided. Ashley was stunning. Her strawberry blonde hair reached her waistline. Her features were those of a chiseled statue. She stood about 5'7" in her sandals and was perfectly proportioned. And, she was young. She couldn't have been more than 25. Larry was smitten. I immediately felt inferior.

We had traveled to this small city just to explore and spend some time together. Larry and I often took off like this, driving anywhere from three to five hours from our home base just to get away. We arrived late Friday night, booked into a motel, slept, then went exploring on Saturday. We had stopped at this quick stop for gas and a few munchies to take back to the motel.

Kevin and Ashley drew our attention because they were counting out pennies at the counter while we waited to check out. Their demeanor said they had come upon some difficulty. Larry, who had been appreciatively eyeing the gorgeous Ashley from behind spoke up.

"Excuse me, folks," he said, "are you having some sort of trouble?"

Ashley turned a demure smile on him. "We've maxed out the only credit card we've brought," she said, with a touch of disdain for her partner. "We're checking the seats for change and this is what we've come up with."

"A stupid mistake, really," Kevin added. "I'd call the card company but, you know, it's the weekend. Nobody will do anything until Monday."

"This is dinner," Ashley grimaced at the small collection of snacks they'd assembled.

Larry looked at me. I smiled sweetly and nodded.

"Maybe we can help," Larry offered. "Where you folks from?"

"Maine," Kevin said.

"Wow!" Larry grinned. "You're a long way from home. Where are you sleeping?"

"In the car," Ashley told us. "It's that black Camaro out front."

"That can't be comfortable," I said.

"Here," Larry offered. "Let me get this for you." He spoke to the clerk. "Just add that to these things," he said, offering his card to the cashier.

"I really appreciate this," Ashley said.

"Not at all," Larry told her, beaming. "In fact, we can do better than this. Why don't you let us take you two to dinner. You hungry?"

"Famished," Ashley admitted. "But, we couldn't impose."

"Oh, nonsense," I piped in. "You'll come with us. Look, we're out for a joy ride. We'll take you to dinner and then you can have one of the double beds in our motel room. You need to get a good night's sleep for a change."

Ashley looked at Kevin. He shrugged. "That's really more than kind," he said. "Are you sure we wouldn't be imposing?"

"I'm positive," I told him. "Call it our good deed for the day." I stuck out my hand to Ashley. "I'm Samantha. Call me Sam. That's my husband, Larry."

Her hand was cool, smooth and soft. "Ashley. My husband, Kevin," she said. "We're more grateful than you could ever know."

Kevin took my hand and pressed it between his. "I can't tell you how much we appreciate this," he said.

"No need. Look," I said, "let's just forget about the hard times and enjoy each other's company. We'll make like we've been life-long friends, okay? From here on out, it's our treat."

Larry turned away from the counter with the two bags of snacks. "What's the plan, then?" he asked.

"We're going to take Ashley," I nodded in her direction by way of introduction, "and Kevin," indicating the young man, "back to the motel to freshen up. Then we'll take them to dinner."

"Fine, fine," Larry said.

"You remember Kevin and Ashley," I nudged Larry. "They've been our friends for ages."

Larry looked at me as if I'd sprouted a third eye.

During dinner, we discovered that our guests had been married for two years. He was a bio-tech engineer. Ashley had been a cheerleader in high school, gotten her BS in Psychology and worked part-time giving psych evaluation tests to students in the same high school from which she'd graduated.

"I'll bet you keep all those teenagers standing at attention," Larry quipped.

"A couple of the teachers, too," Kevin acknowledged.

"Really?" I asked. "Does it bother you, Kevin? All those men leering at your wife like that?"

Kevin smiled broadly. "Nope," he said. "She always comes home and sleeps with me."

"Well isn't that a co-incidence," Larry said. "We've got a similar outlook."

"Larry!" I commanded him severely.

"No," Ashley said. "I want to hear. What's your outlook?"

"Well," Larry started, "I think my wife is really quite attractive."

Kevin looked at me. "I'd agree."

"She is," Ashley chimed in.

"And I know," Larry continued, "that there are guys around who would like to have her, you know, to sleep with her."

"Oh!" Ashley said. She looked down to her plate and toyed with her food.

"What he means is," I took up, "that there is sex, and then there is love."

"Interesting," Kevin said. "So…you…"

"Sleep around?" I asked. Kevin nodded. "No, not exactly."

"Well, then," Kevin asked, "what exactly is it, I mean, what…well, what do you do?"

"So far," I admitted, "nothing much. I mean, if we notice a guy, an attractive guy like you, Kevin, giving me the eye, we just play act. I play like Larry is that guy."

"Ah!" Kevin seemed relieved. "I see. So you haven't…like…done anything, really."

"Not yet," Larry offered. "Have you?"

"Us?" Kevin seemed uneasy. "No, no. We're…well…committed, you know what I mean?"

"Certainly," I answered. "Larry and I are committed to each other, too. But, we still have fun with it. Haven't you two ever played like that?"

"Well," Ashley said very softly, "Kevin likes it when I tell him how some of the boys get, you know, excited when they're around me. He likes me to tell him about it."

"You mean he gets real turned on?" I tried.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that," Ashley admitted.

"And it turns you on, too, doesn't it," I pressed Ashley.

"I guess it does, yeah," she said.

"Me, too," I told her. And we let the topic drop.

As we left the restaurant I asked Larry if I could ride with Kevin in his Camaro. "You know, I've never ridden in a hot car like that. Could I?"

"It's all right with me," Larry said. "Kevin, would you mind taking Sam with you?"

"Sure, but, the back seat's all loaded with stuff. Twin buckets in the front. Ashley, you want to ride with Larry back to motel?" Kevin suggested.

I saw Ashley look at her husband for several long seconds.

"Come on, Ashley," he said. "It's just back to the motel. I mean, it's not like…"

"Ashley," Larry broke in, "I promise I won't molest you," he said with a wide grin.

The blonde turned her gaze on my husband. She broke into a wide smile. "What makes you think I won't molest you?" she asked playfully and the tension was broken.

"Because," Larry said, laughing, "that would be too good to be true." He led her to our car and held the door for her. I saw her long, tanned legs swing into the seat before Larry closed the door. Damn, I thought. She sure is beautiful.

Kevin opened the door for me, and I slid into the seat of the black Camaro. The interior was all black, as well. When Kevin turned the key, the various lights blinked on inside giving the car a surreal look and feel.

"Nice car," I commented.

"Thanks," was all Kevin said.

"Do I make you nervous, Kevin?" I asked.

"Yeah, a little bit, I guess," he said.

"Why do you suppose that is?" I wanted to know.

"I don't know. Because you're attractive. More experienced."

"Older?" I jibed at him.

"Well, yeah, but not old," he added quickly.

"Would you fuck me if you got the chance?" I plunged in.

"Jeez, Sam!" he exclaimed.

"The words bother you?" I asked him.

"I just didn't expect to hear them from you," he explained.

"Well, would you?"

"Oh, jeez. I … I'd like to, I guess," he stumbled.

"You guess?"

"Well, there's Ashley…and Larry…I mean…"

"It could be awkward, you mean," I stated.

"Yeah."

"But you find me attractive enough to be interested?" I asked.

"Well, sure!"

"And, would you mind if Larry fucked Ashley?"

"I wish you wouldn't…" he stammered.

"Use that word?"

"Yeah."

"But, that's what we're talking about, Kevin. We're not developing a life-long relationship here. We're talking about sex. About lust. Pure fucking for the pure joy of it.

"So what about it," I continued. "Would you mind seeing Ashley and Larry together?"

"Oh, man!" he seemed tremendously uncomfortable. "I just don't know."

I told him, "You've got about three minutes to decide, Kevin, until we get back to the motel. I will fuck you, if you want. But, you have to promise you won't go snake-shit when Larry and Ashley get it on."

"I don't think Ashley…"

I cut him off. "I think she will. Didn't you hear that last comment? I think she decided right then and there that if he wants to fuck her, and if I know Larry, he does, that she's going to jump right in and enjoy it to the max."

"You really think so?" He sounded dubious.

"Look," I explained, "you guys have played the school scenario thing, right?" Kevin nodded. "It turns you both on to think of her actually arousing somebody, doesn't it?"

"Yeah."

"Then you play what it would be like if she fucked one of them, don't you?"

"Well, sort of," he said.

"Sort of, bullshit," I snapped at him. "It's what's really at the core of your role-playing. You know how I know that?" He shook his head. "Because Larry and I have done the same thing hundreds of times."

The direction signal indicator flickered as Kevin signaled his turn into the motel parking lot.

"I guess this is payback for the dinner, the room and everything," Kevin said, sounding somewhat bitter.

"No it's not, Kevin," I assured him. "If you don't want to screw me, that's fine. You sleep in your bed and I'll sleep in mine. But, I'll be honest with you. I would like to fuck you, okay? Not in payment or anything, but because I like you, I think you're cute, and I want to get laid."

"I do, Sam, I really do," he said, his voice agonized, "it's just, Ashley. I mean, what's she going to think about all this?"

"You leave Ashley to me, Kevin," I directed. "I promise you, if she's less than willing, absolutely nothing will happen tonight, okay?"

"Okay, sure," he said, relief evident in his voice. He pulled up to the cement parking block and shut off the car. I leaned toward him across the console.

"Come here, then," I commanded. "Kiss me before they get here."

Kevin leaned over and put his lips to mine. It started as a pristine gesture, but as I forced my tongue between his lips, he opened up and accepted me into his mouth. I tongued his teeth, the roof of his mouth, played tag with his tongue, then licked his lips slowly as I pulled back.

"Holy shit!" Kevin exclaimed as I reclined back into my seat.

"Yeah," I said, pulling down the visor to check my make-up. "I give good head, too."

Larry and Ashley didn't arrive for another ten minutes. We stood outside the car because Larry had the key card for the room. I was half-pissed off, and half-curious about the delay. I saw the white BMW pull into the lot. Ashley was driving. She pulled into a slot across the parking lot from the Camaro. I walked toward them as the doors were opening.

"I'm wondering how you wound up in the driver's seat," I said to her as she closed her door.

"We stopped to get some drinks," Larry said quickly. "You know, to go with the snacks?"

"Right," I said. "And?"

"And, I just asked her if she wanted to drive," Larry told me. "That's all."

"Oh," I nodded. "Well, then, you can take your groceries into the room, since you have the only key. Ashley and I have a couple of errands to run. So, you boys play nice while we're away."

"How long will you be?" Larry wanted to know.

"A couple of minutes. It's girl stuff," I said. "Come on, Ashley." I strode off toward the motel office with the blonde in tow. When we got close to the office door I turned around and faced her.

"We need to talk," I started. Not giving her an instant to reply, I charged on. "You're a beautiful girl, Ashley. You don't need me to tell you that. I'm sure you've been hearing it all your life." She nodded.

"I need to know how serious you were back at the restaurant," I told her.

She shrugged. "I don't know. What do you mean?"

"About Larry," I said. "He's got some esteem problems. He thinks he's getting old."

"Oh," she said. "I don't think he's old. Not in an," she actually made the quote signs with those long, slender fingers of hers, "'old man' sort of way. I think he's very distinguished looking. Besides, he's funny."

"He is that," I agreed. "Would you molest him?"

The girl giggled. "Oh, well," she said, "I don't want to make you mad or anything."

"What if I told you it wouldn't make me mad, Ashley? What if I told you it would make me happy?"

"You want me to sleep with him? With your husband?"

"That's the general idea. I damn sure want to sleep with yours."

"Oh." The blonde turned sideway to me and stared off into the traffic.

"Here's our situation, Ashley," I said, as gently as I could manage. "I would really like to fuck your husband. I think, I'm pretty sure, he would like to fuck me. Larry would fuck you in a New York minute if you'd let him. The only uncertainty here is you. Are you willing to go along with all this?"

Ashley looked to the ground.

"In the morning, we're headed back to Kansas City, and you're off to Maine," I continued. "We're not talking about a long-term relationship. Just one night of lust."

"Kevin…" she said.

"He's left it up to you, honey," I told her softly. "Nothing happens unless you agree."

"He really wants to do you?"

"Let me tell you something about men, sweetie. They will take whatever they can get as long as it's permitted. Within reason, of course. I mean, I'm not some old hag."

Ashley chuckled, somewhat uncomfortably.

"You're young, beautiful, in terrific shape. You'd make Larry's year if you said yes."

"And fertile," she said. I could tell it was her last refuge of resistance.

"Larry had a vasectomy seven years ago. I can tell you, it took."

"And Kevin said it was okay?" she asked.

"Kevin said it was up to you."

"I'm not a slut," she said, turning back to face me, her decision made.

"No, dear. I am."

We collected towels from the desk clerk, assuring him we'd pay the extra freight for the additional couple. Then we located the ice machine. On the way back to the room we made our plan.

"Larry doesn't know about all this, yet," I told Ashley. "When we get back to the room, I'll take Kevin to get the ice. That will give you a few minutes to seduce Larry. It shouldn't take long."

"What should I do?" she asked.

"Well, if I had all your attributes, I'd back him up against a wall, kiss him and whisper in his ear, 'I'm going to fuck you tonight.' That would about do it, I would think."

"That's sort of crude," Ashley objected.

"No need to be subtle, sweetie," I told her. "Its just sex. You don't need to impress him with your vocabulary."

"This is so exciting," she admitted. "My stomach is doing little flips."

"Larry's going to pass out when you come on to him," I chuckled.

"Oh, god! What if he does, Sam?"

"Pass out?" I said. "Hell, just give him mouth to mouth until he comes around again."

We arrived back at the room to find Larry clearing our stuff off the second bed and Kevin seated in a chair unpacking the goodies on the small table.

"Grab the ice bucket, Kevin," I commanded. "You're with me."

Kevin leapt up and grabbed the ice container from the vanity area.

"No getting naked, you two," I ordered, "until we get back." I marched away from the room with Kevin behind me.

"How did it go?" he asked, breathlessly, when he finally caught up to me.

"Right now, my husband is getting the shock of his life," I told him.

He was like a little kid. "What's she going to do?"

I stopped dead. He ran into the back of me. I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him toward the wall. I laid my lips against his, my hands grabbing behind his neck. When I broke the kiss, I put my lips next to his ear.

"I'm going to fuck you tonight," I whispered.

"Holy shit!" he said.

"Yeah. Larry's going to get blown away when your wife comes on to him like that. So, you've got to promise me something," I told my young lover-to-be.

"What? Anything."

"You've got to tell her you love her. All night long. Tell her. Every day. For the rest of your life. Tell her. When she burns the meatloaf, tell her you love her. When she's late picking you up, tell her you love her. When she screws up, tell her you love her."

"I do. I do love her," he protested.

"Just tell her, man," I commanded. "She's doing this for you. This is a special gift. Tell her you love her for it."

"I will. I'll tell her." He sounded convinced.