It was about five months before our annual summer vacation, that my husband Tom bought an old, used camper-van. It had been our dream for a long time, to do a road trip across the country, so I was pretty excited when he showed me our new camper.
My husband Tom was 45 years old at that time. He used to be a very athletic guy. Now, his three-day beard, and part of his hair, was starting to become a bit grey. He also got a bit heavier and had a small belly. Still, he was as fit as ever... So it was no surprise, that he used the following months to restore the old camper by himself.
Our plan was, for us to drive the camper across county, to wherever we wanted to go and see as many places as possible.
My name is Karen. I am a 39 year old woman... My straight blond hair is falling down to my shoulders. I'm pretty average built, not skinny, but not chubby either. My breasts always used to be my best feature... not my legs, or my ass... I always thought I had a great set of tits. Of course, they changed a bit, after our son Michael was born, but still, I was pretty happy with my body.
When Tom bought the camper-van, Michael just turned 18. He's always been a bit of a geeky guy. He likes video games, more than he does sports. He has light brown hair and he is a pretty skinny guy. He's really good in school, so Tom and I always considered us pretty lucky, that he turned out the way he did... But like I said, he really liked video games. He pretty much hung out with the same three friends all the time, playing video games... He's not really an outgoing person, so it was pretty clear from the beginning, that Michael would go on the road trip with us. Maybe other 18 year old kids would think it's kind of lame to go on vacation with their folks, but Michael was really looking forward to our trip as well.
About three or four months prior to our vacation, Tom and I were absolutely stunned: Michael told us that he was dating a girl from school.
Of course most 18 year old teenagers nowadays pretty much knew their way around the opposite sex by that age, but Michael... like I said, he basically only hung out with the same three male friends all the time. We never heard anything about girls or anything like that. So it was kind of a shock for us at first. But of course, we were also very happy for him.
About two weeks later, Michael brought his first girlfriend home with him and introduced her. Her name was Stacy. As soon as she came through the door, I instantly liked her.
Stacy's an asian girl - very petite and skinny. She has long, straight black hair and she wears burgundy glasses. It became pretty obvious right away, that she was a very shy girl -- very friendly and overly polite -- but very, very quiet and shy. She had a really cute smile as well. So, both, my husband and I, both instantly liked her. And I guess she liked us too. In the following weeks she spent a lot of time with us, and somehow it felt like she was part of the family very quickly.
So when the summer approached, she always told us, that her folks had to work all summer long, and that they couldn't really afford to have a summer vacation... So, I really felt bad for her, and like I said, I liked her, and she made Michael happy... So after the third time she mentioned not having any plans for the summer, I asked Tom one night, while we were lying in bed, if he was okay with asking Stacy if she wants to join us on our road trip across the country.
Of course Tom was really happy as well, that our son had a girlfriend, so he didn't have any objections. So the next day we asked Michael, if he wants to bring his girlfriend along... and, as expected, he was absolutely thrilled. He gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. He was so excited. He never even thought that there was even a possibility that his girlfriend could join us. He was really looking forward to spending the summer with Stacy.
Of course, we had to ask her first.
Michael immediately called her and asked her to come over. So we were all sitting together and then Michael invited her... Stacy was totally overwhelmed. She had a huge smile on her face and then she jumped up and ran towards me, sat down on the couch next to me and hugged me.
After that, we sat and chatted for about half an hour, before Stacy got up. She was so excited, she wanted to ask her parents right away, if they were okay with it.
So an hour later, I got a call from Stacy's mother Christine. Like Stacy, she was overly polite... She repeatedly told me that she thought it was such a generous offer and that she is so grateful that Michael had such lovely parents, but that she couldn't burden us with taking her daughter with us... and that she couldn't really pay us anything...
"Look, Christine, we are driving the camper across the country anyway... there is room enough... it's not even a problem, don't worry about it. And Michael would be so happy... We would be happy to have her... And I promise, we will take good care of her. So please, just say yes."
Christine still said, it was too much to ask... We went back and forth about ten more times. I was laughing the entire time, because it was so funny, how overly polite she was: she didn't want to burden us... it costs too much... it was too much to ask...
Finally I had to put an end to it -- I knew Christine, her husband and especially Stacy would really appreciate it... so I just said:
"Look, you didn't ask! WE asked YOU! So... it's settled. Stacy is invited. We would love to have her. And we will be very disappointed, if she declines our invitation."
I laughed. Christine laughed as well.
"Alright, Okay. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."
So it was finally settled. Stacy was coming with us.
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So when the day came, to start our cross-country road trip, the camper looked pretty good. There was the driver's seat and the passenger seat and then there was a back area, separated by a wooden
board. There was a tiny slip-through between the driver's seat and the passenger seat, were you could get to the back area.
Of course, there was a huge sliding-door on the side of the van as well, where you could get out of the camper or into the back area. Right next to the sliding door, on the right, behind the wooden board, used as a separator, there were a few tiny cupboards. So the camper had the huge sliding door on one side, and on the other side there was a small padded bench and a tiny table.
Next to the bench, there was a tiny kitchen shelf with a few drawers. And then there were two small wooden steps. They led to the sleeping area. Like I said, you had to climb up those two tiny steps and there was a huge mattress back there... there was another tiny cupboard, separating the kitchen/sitting area with the elevated sleeping area.
Like I said, the mattress was huge. It took up almost one third of the entire camper. There was a huge window on the back of the van. Two curtains could be used to darken the sleeping area and keep the sun - or the moonlight - out.
Our plan was, to sleep either in motels, or in the camper. We also brought tents as well. So we had a lot of options.
Of course, everything in the camper was small and tiny... I mean, you still had plenty of room to sit and relax, but still... 4 grown people inside there... things could get a bit crowded, I guess. So, I was really looking forward to our vacation, but I was also a bit curious to see how everything would turn out.
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week 1
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So the first day of our road trip wasn't that eventful. We were on the road a lot, literally, just driving. Tom was the designated driver. I didn't really want to drive a big camper van, and he really liked driving... The kids, both just turned 18, didn't have a driver's license yet. So I sat on the passenger seat, looking out the window, talking to my husband, while the kids sat on the small bench-like couch in the back area of the van.
At about 6 p.m. We stopped to have dinner at a roadside diner. All four of us were in a really good mood. We were all looking forward to having a fun and relaxed vacation.
"Look guys, I think we're gonna drive for two or three more hours, and then call it quits for today. I wanna find a motel and sleep there. It was a long first day, and I need a proper bed tonight", Tom told us at dinner.
He was basically in charge of our driving schedule. Of course, the two of us, talked about what sights and what places we wanted to visit, but since he did all the driving, I think it was only fair, that he decided how much we would drive and stuff like that. Of course, Michael chimed in from time to time as well. Since we weren't reliant on anyone else - a bus, a train, a plane or whatever... we could do whatever we wanted, drive wherever we wanted... that gave us all a liberating feeling, and Michael wanted to have a say in the matter as well.
So after we finished dinner, the boys went to the restroom and Stacy and I went to the little girls room as well. Once we finished peeing and were washing our hands at the sink, Stacy turned to me.
"Karen..."
Tom and I told Stacy pretty much right away, after a week or two, that she could call us by our first name. Of course, since she was overly polite, it took a while, before she actually did, but at that point, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary anymore.
"Karen, would you mind, uhm, sharing a room with me tonight at the motel?"
I was a bit surprised by the request, but of course, I told her:
"Sure, sweetie. We'll let the boys have their room and we'll have ours."
I smiled at her. She was pretty tense when she asked the question, now she nervously smiled as well. I guess she was really nervous about it. Of course, I didn't really push the topic, so we just left the restroom.
That night when we slipped in our bed at the motel, Stacy wore a long-sleeve shirt and a pair of sweatpants. She put her glasses on the nightstand and then we said goodnight. A minute or so passed and I had already closed my eyes, when Stacy said:
"I'm sorry you can't sleep next to your husband tonight."
I opened my eyes.
"Don't worry about it, sweetheart."
