The train ride through Virginia was uneventful until Scott reached a station in Richmond. He needed to find a train bound for Miami, or anywhere close. It'd been days since Scott had left town and he did feel a little bad about what he'd done. No self-respecting man takes a girl's virginity and skips town. "I'm not even supposed to exist so why not have some good times," He thought, "these girls will never find me once I'm gone and I can live like a celebrity with all this money."
Scott had chosen Miami because it was as far away from his hometown in New York State as he could get, that way he didn't accidentally change his own future. The train ride from Richmond to Miami would take about four days due to the limitations of 50s technology. Once settled in his cabin, Scott spent all day reading any newspapers and magazines he could find to adjust to this time period. Sputnik had launched, Eisenhower was president, and society mourned Humphrey Bogart.
When Scott went for dinner, it was almost dark. There were very few people in the dining car, but there was one young blonde at the bar, alone. Scott had decided long before he stole the money that he could do as he pleased and live with it, so he went and sat at the bar next to this girl. She didn't notice Scott until he decided to ask her name. She looked at him and smiled. "Carol," she said. She had on a white jacket over her blue plaid dress which, according to one of the many magazines Scott had read, was the height of fashion for young girls.
"Scott," he said, "mind if I buy you a drink?"
"I'm fine, thanks, but I could use some music," Carol replied. Scott handed her a dime for the jukebox in the corner. As she leaned over it looking for a song, Scott could see the shape of her body. She had curves like a model and walked like she knew it. "I hope you like rock 'n roll," Carol said when she returned to the bar.
"Nothing like it," Scott replied.
"Really, who's your favorite, then?" She asked.
"I've got a few, but my favorite would have to be Buddy Holley."
"Yea, it's terrible what happened to him. It's been two years and I still can't believe he's gone" She said. Scott knew about Buddy Holley and how much people loved him. He'd changed music forever only to be killed in a plane crash.
"As long as there's a record of him, no one's going to forget him," he said.
"I guess not. So, where are you headed?" Carol asked.
"Somewhere with a beach, I think."
"A beach would be nice, but I'm headed to Atlanta."
"Mind if I ask why?"
"I'm making a record, my second actually."
"That explains why you asked me about music."
"It's my life so I take music seriously."
"You know, I have a record player in my cabin," Scott said.
"Really?" Carol asked
"I could ask you to dance if there was music here," he replied. The jukebox had been silent for a long time now.
"I'd like to dance with you."
"Then follow me."
The cabin Scott was in was sound deadened so he and carol were free to play all the music they wanted. They danced to every song they had, until Carol sat down on the bed to rest. Scott sat down next to her, equally exhausted. "There's still one more song," Scott said.
"Is it slow?" Carol asked.
"Slow enough" Scott said. He helped her up and they danced nice and slow. Carol rested her head on Scott's shoulder and he kissed her. She looked up at him and they kissed again. They kept kissing until the song ended. Scott pulled Carol down onto the bed and they lay there kissing. Carol began kissing him with more and more passion so Scott reached around and grabbed Carol's ass. She moaned quietly and started to unbutton Scott's shirt. Carol's jacket had been long discarded, so Scott pulled down the top of Carol's dress and kissed her tits. Carol moaned louder as her nipples hardened.
"Take this off," Scott said. Carol slowly pulled her dress off and slid her hand down her panties. She rubbed her clit, then pulled her hand out and licked her fingers. She pulled off her panties and jumped back onto Scott.
"How bad do you want me?" She asked seductively.
"Too damn bad," Scott replied. He pulled Carol in closer and kissed her cleavage. Carol pulled out Scott's cock and slid it slowly into her wet pussy.
She was very wet and Scott's cock slid in easily. Carol began to fuck him, moving her hips up and down as she and Scott kissed. Scott grabbed her back and forced her to fuck him faster. "Oh god," Carol moaned. She felt her orgasm starting and began rubbing her clit.
"Shit yes. Ohhh fuck. I'm cumming, Scott. You're making me cum!" Carol said. She was so close that these were the only words she could muster. She rubbed her clit faster and faster until the passion overcame her and she came. She yelled out and tried her hardest to prolong her orgasm then she fell onto him and rested.
"Make me cum again, Scott," Carol begged after she had rested for a few minutes.
"On your hands and knees," He ordered. When she was ready, Scott ran his hand up her pussy then shoved his cock mercilessly into Carol's pussy. Carol had to put one hand on the wall to steady herself as Scott fucked her as hard as he could.
"God dammit, Scott. Fuck. Yes. Yes! Don't stop, I'm almost there!" She screamed. Carol was so close she was in near agony until she came again. Seeing Carol cum and hearing her screams was making him cum. He pulled out his cock, rolled Carol onto her back, and shot his load onto her tits. Carol pulled her tits to her mouth and licked off some of Scott's cum.
"Fuck, you made me cum hard, Carol," Scott said as he fell onto the bed beside her.
"I know, and haven't cum twice or that hard since I was in college," Carol said.
They fell asleep not long after cleaning up. Carol slept most of the night on top of Scott, her naked body pressed against Scott's chest. When Scott woke up, the train was near the station for Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. "I've been on a train for far too long," He thought, "I'll stop here and enjoy the water for a few days."
He still felt bad about how he left Connie and Jessie back in Virginia, so he woke Carol. He felt different about this girl, so he owed her a goodbye at least. "Carol, My stop's coming up," He said as she began to get dressed.
"You mean you're leaving?" She asked. Her look pained Scott to see.
"I said I was going to a beach," He answered, "and we're almost at one."
"I thought you might want to come with me to Atlanta," She said as she slipped into her dress.
"I know, but you're a singer. I'm no kind of man for a celebrity," Scott said.
"I-I love you though, please don't leave me, not like this." Carol pleaded
"I love you too, but this is how I show you." Scott said, "trust me, I'm not who you think I am."
He grabbed Carol and kissed her and they almost didn't let go. Scott grabbed his bag and made his way to the station. Before long, he was out on the street and walking towards the beach. He tried not to think of what would become of her. "I'm not as good as this as I thought I was going to be," he thought.
After a few hours of walking, Scott came upon a development of beach houses. Every house had some kind of pool in the backyard as well as a patio. It was a Wednesday, so it was unlikely there were many adults around. It was also late June, so schools were out and all the college kids would around on vacation.
As he walked down the street, he heard the unmistakable sound of a car refusing to start. Scott had been a mechanic ever since he'd left high school and he knew that old American cars are some of the easiest to fix. He followed the sound to a driveway with a Ford Woodie with its hood up.
A young girl jumped out of the driver's side and ran up to Scott. "Do you know anything about cars because mine isn't starting," she asked.
"I know a good bit, yea," Scott answered.
"Could you help us?" She asked.
"I can try," Scott said, "And who is 'us'."
"Thank you so much!" The girl said, "I'm Loraine and this is my best friend, Rose."
Loraine had curly brunette hair while Rose had shorter black hair, not easy for a girl who lives at the beach. They were still the first properly-tan girls he'd seen since coming to 1957. Rose was leaning over the grille and inspecting the engine.
"Rose, this is....," Loraine trailed off.
"Scott," He said.
"Scott, right, he says he can help,"
Rose looked up from the engine. "Can you help?" she asked.
"What's wrong with it?" Scott asked.
"Well, it started last night but we went to start it this morning and it just wouldn't," Loraine said.
"I tried the choke but....." Rose trailed off. A siren had started wailing and everyone within sight was scrambling into their backyards.
"The bomb shelter, go! Scott come with us!" Loraine shouted as they made for their own backyard. Scott had no choice but to follow them. They opened a hatch in their backyard and climbed down a latter into a single room with a few beds, chairs, and a radio.
"That an air raid siren?" Scott asked. He'd forgotten about the atomic scares that came about after the war ended.
"Yea," Rose said, "It's more than likely just a drill though."
"I hope so," Loraine said, turning on the radio.
"Is there anyone out there you should worry about?" Scott asked.
"My parents are up north on vacation," Rose said, "They left me here and we were going to go to the beach until the car stopped working."
