© 2024 Duleigh Lawrence-Townshend. All rights reserved. The author asserts the right to be identified as the author of this story for all portions. All characters are original. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. This story or any part thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the expressed written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a review or commentary. All characters in this story are over the age of 18, but not by a lot.

The Last Road Trip

Sometimes the journey itself is the destination.

At long last, the 'Terrible Trio' was back together. Dale Lane, a lanky, sandy-haired nineteen-year-old fellow, was on leave from the Air Force before heading to his assignment in Germany. His lifelong buddy Skip Ross, a shorter, brown-haired, bookish fellow, was on leave from the Navy before shipping out on the USS Antietam. Along with Dale's cousin Tommy Mayer, also known as the Wombat, the inseparable three, Dale, Skip, and Tommy gathered at Skip's house. Tommy was about the same age and build as Dale, and they were often mistaken for brothers and even twins, but now the difference was startling. Dale returned home from basic training slim, solid and short-haired. Wombat was just the Wombat. He was shorter and slightly heavier than Dale, but had very similar facial features, not counting his first attempt at a beard.

Dale, Tommy, and Skip had been buddies as long as anyone could remember. They were called the "Terrible Trio" by all of their parents and practically lived in each other's houses. They haunted the Lewiston-Porter Elementary school since first grade, and they stayed together through thick and thin... until they graduated From Lewiston-Porter High School.

You could tell what season it was by the games they played. They grew up sledding down the long slope on the 12th fairway at Niagara Valley Country Club right into Four Mile Creek every winter using plastic garbage can lids as sleds. Every summer they biked together all the way to Dickersonville High School for swimming lessons, their towels rolled up and tied to their bike handlebars.

Their spring was spent playing baseball over at the softball diamond at Washuta Park. They weren't in a league; leagues require uniforms and cleats. The Gang played when they wanted, and they played what they wanted. Hardball, softball, wiffle ball, kickball. Whatever ball was available was brought to the diamond. Autumn was always football, games of two-hand touch played all weekend long at Escarpment Park with the Buffalo Bills game on the transistor radio on the sidelines. Skipp's younger sister Cindy called out any change in score because it was hard to hear the game over the crunching of the dried leaves that covered the field.

Winter was street hockey played under the streetlight in front of Skip's folks' house. They would play all night long using a tennis ball if the streets were dry, and a real puck if they were covered with ice and snow. Cindy played also and was always on Dale's team. She turned out to be an incredible goalie. The only thing that would stop the hockey was the church bells that rang every night at 9:00 PM or the inevitable call of "CAR!" and the nets would be pulled off the street, and everyone got a break before the resuming face-off after the traffic rolled by.

Of course, the #1 thing to do in the winter was check the driveway when you woke up. If it was covered with snow and dad's car left deep tire tracks, you turned on the TV or radio and listened for the school closings. Dale, Tommy, and Skip always thanked the gods of weather and fertility for planting them in Niagara County because the Lewiston Schools always closed when it snowed. They would change, help each other shovel their driveways, then grab their trash can lids and head off to the golf course.

They could all remember how Tommy got the nickname Wombat. In football he was a great receiver, but he tended to forget where the end zone was. No one will forget the day that John Sprague threw a perfect "Hail Mary" spiral that went half the length of the field and Tommy somehow brought it in, but as he danced around, dodging being tagged, he got turned around. When he broke into the clear, he went the wrong way and scored a touchdown for the other team to John's cry of "YOU FUCKING WOMBAT!"

The name stuck.

But summer! Summer was for only one thing, camping! Dale's mom and Tommy's Dad's family owned a piece of heaven south of Erie county, to Dale and Tommy's folks it was called "The Farm" because it used to be Great Grandpa Mayers farm, but to everyone else it was called "Harlequin Lake." The farm had a good size lake that was named after Great Grandpa Mayer's favorite duck, the Harlequin. (Side note: there's never been a sighting of a Harlequin duck on Harlequin Lake, other than Great Grandpa Mayer's hand carved decoys.)

Harlequin Lake! Just the name evoked memories of camping under the pine trees, the smell of bacon cooking over a campfire in the morning, Tommy's older brother Mike buying beer for them (at a 10% cut for him) and cooling the beer in ice for hours while The Gang splashed and played in the lake until the beer was ice cold. Steaks grilled over the fire, potatoes wrapped in foil on the grill next to the steaks, along with ears of corn that were soaked in the creek next to the campsite.

At night, they'd relax around a bonfire under the trees, drink beer, pass around a bottle of cherry brandy or apple schnapps and tell stories all night long. Skip, Tommy, and Dale. Sometimes 85-year-old Aunt Gladys would appear out of the woods and join The Gang and help empty those bottles.

The trio never changed. Other fellows would join them. Steve and Rob Fasanello (The Dago Twins) were there most often. They were always welcome because Steve had the best fake ID in Niagara County, and they loved to drive down to Pennsylvania to pick up fireworks. Then there was Archie. Everyone had called him Archie for so long they almost forgot his real name of Kevin Lane. Archie was a little slow, but he was Dale's lifelong friend, and Dale defended him against bullies throughout school. And if Dale defended Archie, so did Skip and Tommy.

Girls finally entered the terrible trio. Skips girlfriend Maria Cucinotta was known as "Coochie." She was a tiny brunette with huge tits. She was cute and feisty, and she had Skip wrapped around her little finger. Tommy's girl, Karen Hauser, always went camping with the group. Karen was a tall, slim, flat-chested girl with a round ass, and she was nicknamed Birdy (for Big Bird) because of her shape. She was a straight-A student, a perfect counterpoint to Tommy's straight D record. People couldn't figure out that couple, but she was crazy about Tommy and never called him Wombat, and Tommy just adored her.

As for Dale, there was never a question that his steady girl was Skip's sister, Cindy. Cindy was a head shorter and a year younger than Dale and had beautiful pale blond hair that glistened in the sun. She had a figure that inspired erections wherever she went, but she saved showing it off for one man. She was the type of girl that could be what she needed to be, depending on her situation. At a fancy restaurant, she was a delicate, well-dressed lady. In school, she was a scholar (when not out by the bleachers sneaking a smoke with Dale) and when camping she was a woodsman that could survive off the land.

It was painful for everyone when Dale and Skip went off to basic training, but the economy was sluggish, and this was the best way for them to pay for college. Now, with Dale and Skip back, they had a few weeks to re-live their glory days in the summer sunshine.

Dale had returned just in time for Cindy's graduation, and everyone took pictures of them together. Cindy with her cap, gown, and honor student regalia, and Dale with his dress blues and his one little ribbon for surviving the "Battle of San Antonio." (The Air Force nickname for the Basic Training Graduate ribbon)

It was a warm summer morning that promised to be a hot and muggy afternoon and Skip, Tommy, and Dale were sitting on the shaded patio of Skip's parent's house. Cindy stepped out of the house with a beer in each hand and Skip reached up for one. "Thank you, sis."

The sexy blond glared at her brother and said, "get your own damn beer." She parked her warm round ass on Dale's lap and handed him one of her dad's Labatt's Blues that she had opened. She and Dale kissed, tapped bottles and drank deeply.

"You guys are disgusting!" huffed Skip as he lit up a Marlboro. "We all grew up together. You're practically brother and sister."

"Incest is best," said Cindy as she and Dale kissed again.

On a warm, sunny day like today, they wanted to enjoy the day the best way possible. The usual chorus of "What do you want to do?" followed by "I don't know, what do YOU want to do," was broken up by, "I'm thinking road trip," called Dale.

"Harlequin Lake!" exclaimed Tommy. Tommy wasn't wrapped together too tightly, but he came up with a good idea occasionally.

Skip and Dale looked at each other. "Road trip!" cried Cindy. She loves Harlequin Lake. It's where she and Dale lost their virginity together. The Gang prepared to set out one last time before reality pulled them apart. Nothing says summer like a road trip to Harlequin Lake!

They split up and went home to get their tents, sleeping bags, a change of clothes, and pillaged their home refrigerators and freezers for whatever meat they could grill, and they snagged what beer they could scrounge. Then Dale circled back to pick up Cindy, who tossed her pack in the back of Dale's truck and climbed into the cab.

They headed over to Maria's house to pick up the girls. Maria and Karen were waiting for Tommy and Skip. Their backpacks were full of clothes and beer that was filched from their dad's stash. Finally, the CB radio in Dale's truck came to life. "Let's form up at Aberman's Deli," came Skip's voice.

"Hop in girls," said Dale and Karen and Maria climbed into the back of the truck and they headed off down the tree-shaded streets of Lewiston. They regrouped at Aberman's deli where they got steaks, eggs, bacon, bread, lunch meat, ice, and a couple of ham and Swiss on hard roll to eat on the way. As they poured the ice into the beer filled coolers, Coochie asked, "Which way are we going to go?"

They looked at her like she had just came down with Sudden Onset Leprosy. There are many routes to Harlequin Lake, but only one way was best. "Cole Road," said Skip, the self-appointed Convoy Commander. "It's perfect for the last road trip together."

And suddenly the unthinkable was said. It hung there in the air like a Genesee beer fart, sour and unavoidable. They all knew it, but none wanted to think about it. This probably was their last road trip together. The future called to each of them and pulled them in separate directions. Both Skip and Dale had military commitments, Birdy was planning to go into nursing and Coochie was starting Pre-Law in the autumn. Tommy got a job as a laborer for the town highway department, and that left Cindy. She just couldn't decide on her future. She wasn't stupid or flighty; she was being pulled in several directions.

The Gang would never be together again, and the thought stung.

Cole Road was the long way to Harlequin Lake, but it was a beautiful drive. Cole Road winds through the countryside, avoiding the growing towns like Orchard Park and going through the tiny hamlets that you would never believe was part of New York. Little Bitty towns like Patchin, which is little more than a post office and a fire hall. Near the end of Cole Road was a 3 mile long downhill stretch that Wombat's friend Vinnie Trusecki tried to ride down on a skateboard one summer. He burned out the bearings on his skateboard wheels and ended up face down in a muddy ditch and the story entertained The Gang for months. Cole Road was a perfect route for the last road trip that The Gang would take together.

"Ok!" called out troop commander Skip. "Set all communications systems to channel 3." Each vehicle had a CB radio, and everyone set the radio to channel 3. The first thing Dale heard from his CB was Skip, saying, "This is the SeaDog, calling for a radio check."

Dale snatched the microphone before Cindy could get it. He keyed the mic and said, "Bite my log SeaDog. WingNut checking in."

Then they heard Birdy call out. "Let's go! The Wom-Batmobile is ready!" It's the only time she uses Tommy's nickname, because he insists she calls his little black Chevy S-10 pickup the Wom-Batmobile.

"Let's roll!" called Skip and the three vehicles rolled out of Aberman's parking lot and headed south on US240.

It was a beautiful, warm day and soon they were out of town and the farms and fields rolled past. The scent of fresh cut hay filled the air and Dale and Cindy had his truck windows open to enjoy the smell of fresh country air... and the fact that his truck didn't have air conditioning. "Want something to drink?" asked Cindy.

"Just a pop," said Dale and she slid the rear window of the truck open, leaned out and opened a cooler right under the window. She handed Dale a Pepsi while she opened a 7up.

"Hey SeaDog, you got your ears on?" called a familiar voice. "This here's the Italian Stallion."

"Oh no," groaned Dale and Cindy together. It was Steve Fasanello, the older of the Fasanello boys. He and Rob were born "Nine months and ten minutes apart" as Cindy's dad Punch would say. Actually, it was a little over ten months apart, making the pure-blooded Italian brothers "Irish twins."

"Hey Stevarino, do you have that brother with you?" asked Skipp.

"Roger," said another voice. It was Archie. "I have the Top Wop here with me right now."

Cindy was laughing at the banter on the radio between Skip, Tommy, Steve, Archie, and Rob. "Team Italia" was taking a parallel course to Harlequin Lake that would get them there faster. They were taking the 219 expressway while Skip, Tommy, and Dale took the scenic route. Soon, the routes diverged, and CB communication with Steve, Rob, and Archie was impossible. They were too far apart.

The three vehicles stayed near each other until they reached the hills, marking the Southern Tier of Western New York. Skips new Bronco with the big V6 with twin turbos just chewed up the hills while Wombat followed in his Chevy S-10, but Dale's ancient Ford F-100 with the straight six engine lagged behind, but that's the way he wanted it.

"You can beat them," said Cindy.

Dale pulled Cindy close. "This may be our last road trip, I want to enjoy it."

"Oh..." The finality of his statement hit and nearly brought Cindy to tears. This might be their last weekend together. She twisted out of his arms and scooted to the far side of the cab and thought about all her options. She wanted to discuss it, but he refused to. Her entire life, he's been her guardian, her buddy, and now her man. "We need to talk," she said.

"I know," he said.

"Look, I want to..."

"Stop," Dale interrupted. "Tomorrow we'll hike to the falls and talk there. This band of idiots won't interrupt us. We will talk there, then we will act on what we decide."

Cindy frowned. It's a tough hike to the falls that Dale was talking about. Her brother Skip can make it, but none of the rest of them. It's a good place to get away from them all. There's a hundred foot tall waterfall and oddly enough, at the top of the falls, a pool has been carved out of the rock by the churning water. In the summer, you can sit in the swirling waters of the pool. It's like a cool refreshing jacuzzi with a spectacular view of the western end of the Zoar Valley.

But why not now?

She pulled off her tank top and moved to the center of the bench seat, and leaned back against Dale. Under her tank top, she was wearing a bikini top that barely contained her firm, young breasts. If her mother saw Cindy wear this bikini, she would completely freak out. Cindy could hear her mother scream "Side boob!" and her dad, Punch, would probably punch Dale for looking. Punch got his nick-name because he was a champion boxer in the navy.

Cindy pulled his arm around her and held it tight. The bench seat in the pickup allowed Cindy to snuggle close as Dale drove. As they cruised along, Cindy kept Dale's arm wrapped around her and she shifted the three on the tree transmission for Dale when needed. Soon Dale's hand was cupping her tit and pinching her nipple through the bikini top. Their route took them south into the hills of New York's Southern Tier and they were now passing a huge, beautiful horse farm. A huge mansion with an immense red and white horse barn was surrounded by a white board fence which marked off large pastures and brought scenes of Kentucky to mind. "We need to talk," said Cindy.

"About Germany?" asked Dale.

"Yeah. Look, I..."

Dale kissed her fragrant hair and pulled her tight. "Not today," said Dale. "Today is our last day of freedom. Tomorrow... let's take a hike down Zoar Valley and talk about Germany, or college, or whatever comes next. Let's not burden ourselves with the future today. Let's just relax and have fun today."

Cindy sighed in relief. The conversation she was dreading was put off for another 30 hours, and she had another day more to think about it. "Last day of freedom? Freedom to dress as we want?" she asked.

"Any way you want," said Dale as he followed the midnight black Chevy S-10, the Wom-Batmobile. The Wom-Batmobile was far out in front of them and only visible when cresting a hill now.

Cindy twisted out of his embrace and slid to the passenger side of the truck, then rolled the window all the way open. "You need AC, it's too hot in here," she said, and she blew Dale a kiss and kicked off her sandals, then slid off her shorts, revealing that she was wearing matching bikini bottoms under them. "We're going swimming when we get there, right?" she said with a saucy waggle of her eyebrows.

Dale was fighting desperately to keep his eyes off her beautiful body and on the road. Her bikini was barely enough to do the job. Her young, flawless flesh was nearly on full display, from her full mane of bright golden blond hair down to her toes. Her toenails were painted a bright yellow to match her manicured fingernails. "You're killing me," groaned Dale.

"I don't want to kill you, just paralyze you... parts of you." She gave him an impish smile as she squeezed his cock through his shorts.

Dale loved Cindy. He's been in love with her since they were in elementary school. She was always the little pest that tagged along behind Skip, and Skip never figured out why Dale always said, "Leave her alone, she's not bothering anybody." It was so he could be close to her. Dale considered himself blessed to be able to watch Cindy blossom from a skinny little vagabond to a curvaceous heartbreaker. As for Dale, she's always been attracted to him. He was the big protective brother she always wanted because Skip always thought she was a pest. Then the friend, good friends, the friend you talked to when the girl friends in your life seemed too vapid to speak to. He was her study buddy until their lips met one faithful day and study became very difficult for the two.

Cindy Ross was one of the cutest women Skip had ever met and also one of the most intelligent. If she tells him she wants to stay behind and complete school, he'll be heartbroken, but he'll understand. She wants to be a doctor... or maybe a nurse, but Dale doesn't know what he wants to do. That's why he enlisted. Maybe a couple of years of turning wrenches will give him an idea of what he wants to do with his life.

Two years ago, the words "I love you" entered their vocabulary and they've been lost in each other's eyes ever since. Her emerald green eyes and his sapphire blue eyes would lock and they could lose an entire study hall period in each other's eyes. Then came that one magical day on the shore of Harlequin Lake, and before either of them knew it, they were exploring each other's naked body in the warm summer sun, learning by trial and error what each other likes and doesn't like. They didn't intend to become lovers, but before they knew what was happening, Cindy was sitting straight up with Dale's cock inside of her and they were both marveling at the unfamiliar sensation of their bodies being joined.

She lay back with her head in Dale's lap, and his hand slipped under her bikini top and cupped her firm breast. They jammed with the rock and roll greats coming from Buffalo's Oldies Station, WKBW, as the warm summer breezes blew through the truck cab, fanning the flames of their passion.

Sugar Pie, honey bunch

You know that I love you

I can't help myself

I love you and nobody else!

They sang along with the songs their parents romanced each other with as the countryside slid by. Then, as a great old tune by The Cowsills came on the radio, ahead of them, a tractor pulled onto Cole Road, towing some kind of farm implement. "Tractor," said Dale. Cindy scrambled up to her knees and crouched by the window of the truck. For some reason, she liked to lean out the window and wave to the farmers as they passed shouting "Whoo hoo!" however this time she pulled off her bikini top and handed it to Dale. "Hold this," she said.

Awwww Indian Lake is the scene you should make with your little one.

Keep it in mind if you're lookin' to find a place in the summer sun...

Dale edged into the left lane and came around the tractor and Cindy leaned out waving with both hands and displaying those glorious knockers of hers. "Whoo hoo!" The old guy broke into a huge grin and waved back as they sailed past on their way to a great time on the lake.

"Why did you do that?" asked Dale.

"I always wave to farmers," she replied.

"No, I mean with..." and he held up her bikini top as an unspoken question.

"I didn't want to lose it." She smiled sweetly and shrugged, then laid down with her head on Dale's lap and lifted her butt up and slipped off her bikini bottoms. Now she was naked in his truck, and she idly plucked at her blond pubic hairs.

"What are you up to?" he taunted her.

"We know where this is headed," she said, and I'm getting a head start on you." So as great old tunes played on WKBW, she spread her knees and her fingers began gently touching her pussy, circling her nether lips and spreading her fast-growing moisture. As she "got a head start" the Spiral Starecase crooned one of their favorite songs.

And if all my dreams come true

I'll be spending time with you.

Oh, I love you more today than yesterday.

But not as much as tomorrow...

She held her left hand up to Dale's nose and he savored her perfume with deep breaths. The first time he went down on Cindy, he wasn't sure what she was going to smell like because of all the locker room talk he heard. The chatter between teenage boys can be awful, and they described something rancid. But Dale can't get enough of Cindy's scent, her perfume. He began licking and sucking her fingers clean and demanded, "More."

"There's more comin' up" she said and returned to pleasuring herself.

"You're killing me girl," he groaned as he rolled her erect nipple between thumb and fingers. The combination of his fingers and the warm breeze blowing over her exposed skin sent thrills through her body. She was fully naked as they drove past homes and farms and Dale watching her masturbate was even more exciting.

Spreading her legs as much as she could, she eased a finger into her pussy, then another. She began finger fucking herself with her right hand, while the fingertips of her left hand circled her clit. Her gasps and sighs of pleasure filled the truck as she drove herself to paradise. "You are so beautiful when you do that," he said over the beat of Tommy James & the Shondells. She opened her eyes and looked up at Dale, who was trying to concentrate on the road, but when his eyes glanced down at her and feasted on her body, she saw his hunger for her. "Do it," he said. "Cum for me."

His encouragement fired a hunger that spurred her on, and her fingers slid in and out, deeper and deeper. The fingers circling her clit drove her out of her mind and soon explosive waves of release poured over her and she was cumming, screaming at the top of her lungs as her ass lifted off the seat, trying to get more of her fingers into her pussy.

As she shuddered through her orgasm, she rolled to her side and found that he had unfastened his shorts and pulled his cock out. No, it was her cock! It was the first cock she had ever seen, and it felt so good inside of her, in her pussy, in her mouth... Eagerly, she licked his cock, tracing the tip of her tongue up and down, holding it against his flat stomach and running her lips over it...

"Suck me," he sighed, "please!" But there was no room for Cindy to do what she loved with the steering wheel in the way. She was able to make him crazy with her lips and tongue tracing them around the head of his cock, but she didn't have room to get his cock in her mouth. He felt like a spring that was being over-wound. Now the forest was coming up to the edge of the road and he remembered seeing a dirt road into the woods... if he could just find it.

Soon he saw the dirt road to their right. "Hang on," he said and turned off into the woods. He did not know where this road went or what it was for. It could be a farmer's field access, a forestry road, or somebody's driveway. He didn't care. The road went straight, then turned into an opening in the woods, big enough to turn the truck around. Cindy sat up enough to peer out of the windshield, then grinned at Dale. He pulled under the shade of the forest and shut off the engine but left the radio playing, then he slid out from behind the steering wheel.

With trembling hands, Cindy helped him pull his shorts down, freeing his cock and balls. She opened the door to let the cool forest air in the truck and she went to work suckling on his balls while her hand stroked up and down his shaft. He groaned with delight; he couldn't believe how good it felt to have her suckle on his balls while stroking his cock. In his life experience, balls were only there for pain, from blue balls to a knee in the balls. They were only there to be in the way, but Cindy turned them into an erogenous zone. He leaned his head back through the open rear window and sighed in contentment.

Then she swallowed his rock hard cock. It was her mission to swallow him over and over, and she knew he wouldn't last long. Cradling and fondling his balls, she sucked him savagely; her tongue driving him crazy, making him groan from the pleasure. Up and down, in and out. Dale was in heaven; her blowjob was incredible. He was getting so close...

Then she stopped.

She looked into his eyes and Dale saw a myriad of emotions charge through those pretty green eyes. Her look of excitement changed to one of sorrow, then suddenly she burst into tears and dashed off. She ran naked through the woods, not knowing or seeing where she was going. Running endlessly, with Dale calling for her from far behind. She sprinted along blindly until she tripped and fell, her landing softened by the thick carpet of pine needles on the forest floor.

"CINDY!" Dale shouted. He struggled with his shorts that were tangled up over his sneakers. He finally ripped them and his sneakers off and he raced after her. "CINDY STOP!" He ran as fast as he could, dodging between the thick clusters of pine saplings and getting scraped and scratched by dead branches that were reaching out for him. Cindy isn't a "girly" girl. She's not driven by emotions like Coochie. A wrong word will send Coochie into the girls' room in tears, but Cindy isn't like that, and that worried Dale.

Far ahead of him, Dale could see that golden mane of hair bobbing and ducking as Cindy dashed through the woods. This was a dangerous place to run. They were getting close to the Boston Valley. The forest floor could suddenly drop away to the steep valley, and one could fall literally for miles.

Dale saw Cindy fall, and he raced to her, terrified that she was injured. "Cindy! What's wrong? Are you hurt?" He leaned over her, and she wrapped her arms around him and held him tight.

"No... I... I don't want..." and she broke into tears and buried her face in his chest as she wept. Not little whimpers, but great, heart-rending sobs.

"What? What don't you want?" he asked softly. "Me? You don't want me?"

"No, you fool, of course I want you. I want us, I don't want us to end."

"Cindy, I know it and I hate it... I'm going to Germany; you're going to school..."

"Maybe," she insisted.

"I'll be back in a few years; you will be almost done in school..." But everything he said made her cry even harder. They cuddled naked in the fragrant woods and nothing he could say would calm her tears.

"But you don't want to talk about anything," she whimpered. "Not until tomorrow... at The Falls..." She wiped her nose on his chest. "Why can't we talk now?" Then a horrible thought appeared in her mind. What if she says something he doesn't like? He's crazy enough about her to throw himself off the top of the falls. Is that why he wants to talk there?

Dale sighed and frowned. He came to a decision that he didn't want to make. "Ok, I'll tell you the truth. I wanted to have a heart to heart talk with you at a beautiful place that we both love," said Dale. "And it's the place where I want to ask the woman I love to marry me."

"Marry you?"

"Of course. I don't want us to end either. If we were married you could come with me to Germany, or you could stay and go to school, then come and stay with me for summer break, and I would come home on leave and stay with you, and when Germany is over we can live together like normal."

"What?"

"Honey," he took her delicate hands in his big, strong hands and gazed into her eyes. "This is the very start of our last road trip, and if you say yes, this road trip will go and go until death do us part."

She looked into his blue eyes, which were tearing up. She couldn't believe he said that... so corny... so hokey... so perfect. "You sap," she groaned and pushed him over onto his back. She sat up on him and pinched his nipples as hard as she could. In return, he did the same to her, which felt a lot better than she expected. "You put me through hell because you wanted some scenery? What would you have done if it rained this weekend?"

"I would have taken you to dinner at the Red Coach Inn and asked you there."

She fell forward and peppered his face with kisses until he grabbed her head and held it still and kissed her deeply and passionately. "I love you Cindy Ross."

"Call me Cindy Lane."

"You haven't said yes yet."

"Try it, I want to see how it fits," she said as she pushed herself up and looked down at him.

"I love you Cindy Lane," said Dale Lane.

She whimpered and lowered herself for a kiss. It fits. As they broke their kiss, she said, "How do you know I'll say yes?"

"Well... You wrote 'Mrs. Cindy Lane' on all your book covers while I was in Basic Training."

He got her there. She felt his hard cock under her, so she shifted her hips and his cock lined up with her pussy slit. She began to move her hips, sliding her pussy back and forth a few inches on his cock. That felt so good, better than sliding herself on the edge of her pillow.

Her hips moved and her pussy and clit slid up and down his cock, her juices lubricating him so she could slide easier, and it felt so good. The sensations this stirred up were incredible, and it drove her from the deepest sorrow to the heights of sexual excitement in a flash... or was it the knowledge that the man she loved shared the same dream with her that was lighting her fires?

Somehow she slid too far forward, and his cock popped up and when she pushed back, he was in her! He filled her up so exquisitely that her eyes opened wide in joyous surprise. Immediately Dale started fucking from beneath her, driving his cock up into the slim blond that he loved so much. His pounding thrusts were causing her hanging breasts to wobble in the most exciting way, which caused him to fuck her even harder.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried with each slapping thrust into her pussy. He was driving so hard and so deep into her she was sure he was going to dent a lung. Her orgasm crashed over her, and she screamed her pleasure. Her cry of surprised delight echoed through the forest, as did the sound of their young bodies slapping together. Her orgasm fired screams set off his climax, and he pushed up deeply into her, spraying his seed on her twitching cervix.

There, under the fragrant pine trees, they cuddled and laughed until their legs felt strong enough to carry them. "Come on Mrs. Lane," said Dale as he helped Cindy to her feet. They headed back to his truck, guided by the sound of the radio playing.

"You know, Punch is going to kill you," said Cindy. Even Cindy and Skip, his own kids, call Mister Reese 'Punch.' But for their friends, it was Mister Reese.

"I already asked for his blessing."

"When did you do that?" she demanded. Shocked that he would do that and not tell her. Dale just grinned. "Tell me!" she demanded.

"Back in October," he said as he held the truck door open for her.

"Wait, what?" She had a million questions for him, but he wouldn't answer until he got back in the truck and that was delayed because he got a cloth out of his pack, soaked it in water and handed it to her to clean up with. "You asked him before you went to basic training?"

"Yep, and I promised that I wouldn't interfere with your plans for school."

"You probably told him you were going to ask me tomorrow too, didn't you," she said. Then she saw Dale start to blush. "YOU DID TELL HIM!" she squealed as she hit him with the damp cloth.

The truck just barely started thanks to be left with the ignition on and the radio playing, but soon they were back on the road, enjoying the summer sunshine. The future Mrs. Cindy Lane leaned back against her future husband and father of her children, and she could see the road ahead of them. They would be at Harlequin Lake in twenty minutes, but that wasn't the end of this road trip. Far from it. She was sure there were going to be bumps and potholes on down the road, but this was going to be the road trip of a lifetime.