Distraction

When I return to my new ‘home’ it is with a tipsy town slut hanging off my arm and laughing wildly at the tepid joke I’d made on our way up the stairs. As an unrepentant ‘slut’ myself I use the term with nothing but affection. This solo trip around the country would have been a lot more lonely, nearly unbearable, had I not had these libidinous ladies to warm my bed along the way. By the way she tossed her handbag onto the desk in the darkness before I’d even flicked the light on told me this was hardly the first time Cassidy had paid a visit to one of the motel’s rooms despite being a local.

As the light flicker on I turn to face her almost by reflex to see what I’d hooked up with. Because I had begun flirting with her in the bright lights of The Great Wall and not later in the dimly lit saloon and pizzeria The Hitching Post, or ‘The Post’ as the locals called it, there were no surprises this time. Cassidy was…hot. Small town hot. She was tall and leggy, standing just a few inches shorter than me, slim without being fit, lithe without being curvaceous, and with a thick mane of curly bleach-blond locks. In skin tight denim jeans without a hint of VPL and a snug Sturgis t shirt, clearly with no bra beneath it, the woman knew how to make the most of what she had. Cas was no the belle of the ball but an easy 7, which in my experience was the sweet spot between them starting to talk wedding plans after just one hook up and the inevitable headaches and drama that true hotties brought with them. Of course no rule held for everybody. Denise had been a 7 and I’d barely escaped her place with my life!

In my arrogant youth I wouldn’t have settled for anything less than an 8, and as often as not gone home alone. Now, at 26, I was more worldly and understood the value of appreciating a 7 in the hand over the 9 in the bush. Of all people it was Ric who had taught me that lesson back in our baseball card collecting phase. While I always opened packs hoping for chromes or holos or rare numbered cards Ric was as happy as a clam simply to get any Braves player, no matter how common and even if he had multiple copies already. On the occasions Ric did hit a rare card it was a wonderful surprise, a gift from the card gods, and a moment for celebration. It took years for his wisdom to sink in but in the end it had served me well. Aim for a 6, rejoice for an 8, and consider myself a lucky boy for a fun and frisky 7.

“Mmm.” Cassidy presses into my side as she runs her hand up under my shirt to claw at my chest. “Well, Mr. Southern gentleman, looks like you finally got me alone. Grrrr!”

I swing the door closed behind us and press right back. “Careful now. Barb told me no funny business after 10.” I nuzzle into her neck to begin to nibble and suck. “And you’re threatening to be down right hilarious.”

“Hahhh!” Letting out a breathy sight she claws at my arms, pulling at me and bodily urging me to take control of her and the situation. “Yesss!”

Moving with near instinctive ease my hands glide over her body, groping and grabbing in the ways I knew would make her voice rise. As I fondle her small breasts and nibble at her tender earlobe she melts beneath my attentions. Back at The Post she’d talked a big game with swagger and sass but behind closed doors submission surged to the surface. Though I expected as much from a bar star like Cas I can’t deny a hint of disappointment. I’d played this ‘leading man’ role a hundred times before and no doubt would again a hundred more before I settling down. Not that I was complaining! Sex is sex. But…sometimes a change might be nice. Every so often I lucked out and found myself a woman who could give as good as she got, but those gals were as rare as SSPs.

As we reach the bed I pull off her shirt and throw it to the side. In a flash my mouth is filled with her entire left breast while my hungry hands continued to map her warm flesh. She moans, she sighs, she surrenders to the pleasure. As we continue making out, clothes sloughing off by the second, I attempt to guide her hands from my shoulders and chest down toward my hips and ass in a hopeful attempt to stir up the sexual dynamic. She gives my butt a swift grope then quickly shifts back toward my abs and cock only for me to direct her back again. The next time she squeezes my ass I let a soft moan. Spinning around in her arms I grab her wrists and hold them tight to my body as I grind my bum back against her. Her arms go limp as she suddenly seemed lost. A swing and a miss. Before she could wonder what was happening I spin back and take her into my arms.

“Damn, Cas.” I growl. “You feel so damn good tonight.”

“Mmm.” She grins up at me as she rubs against the hard bulge in my underwear.

With a feather light touch I guide my willing lover down to her knees. Her eyes light up as she pulls my underwear down to reveal ‘Little Dusty’ who, from what I’d gathered from similar reactions over the years, was not so little. Ravenously she locks her lips around my cock and begins to bob and suck.

“Ohhh yeah.” I groan as Cas’s warm, wet mouth melts all my worries away. At least for right now. Resting my hands on her head I take control like I knew she wanted me to and relish the skillful blowjob. She couldn’t take much more than half of me without gagging, as with most gals, but her experience shone through in her flicking tongue and relentless stroking and sucking. “Mmmmm.”

“Mrrrmmm.” She moans, her blue eyes staring up at me and quietly pleading for affirmation.

“That’s it, baby.” I pet her soft, curly hair. “Good girl.”

“MMMRRRM!” At my praise her pace and intensity redouble. The wet sounds of her oral fills the room. “Mm! Mm! Mm!”

I close my eyes…and suddenly I am standing on the highway again, the hot sun beating down on me from above while the baking asphalt cooked me from below as the prairie wind, funneled through the valley, rustled my hair. Suddenly the eyes I saw weren’t blue, they were as dark as night behind cat eye glasses. “You don’t know me. You don’t want to know me.” Mei says in that impermeable monotone as she peers into the depths of my soul. “I do not like you, Dusty. I do not like one single thing about you.”

“What the fuck!?” I gasp and shake my head, opening my eyes to see a confused Cassidy staring up at me. “Sorry, baby.” I pull my cock from her lips and shoot her a wink. “You keep that up and I’ll finish before we’ve even begun.”

She giggles at the flattery and licks her pretty pink lips. “Told you I was good, baby.”

“The fuckin best.”

Soon we are on the bed, naked and writhing. One last time I try for a hail Mary as in our erotic tussling I put myself beneath her and guide her hands to pin my arms above my head. When I go so far as to wrap my legs around hers she gives me ‘that look’ that I knew so well, that mix between confusion and suspicion as the unspoken question ‘what in the hell are you doing?’ passed across her face. My well honed defense mechanisms kick in as I quickly grab her and pull her tight to me, my lips crushing into hers as my rock hard cock surged against her belly. My attempt at playful submission swiftly forgotten she kisses me back with lustful passion.

I turn us both around, laying her down in the dead center of the bed. I kiss down her shoulder. I suck on her breasts for a time, moving on before it got weird. I nibble and lick down her doughy belly. Cassidy’s eyes flare with delight as my tongue begins to dance up and down her pink slit that was nestled between her curly brunet pubes. Going down on a woman was always a big hit out here in the heartland as it seemed that a lot of the country boys in these parts wouldn’t know cunnilingus from calamari.

“Mmmm!” With sucking lips and slurping tongue I eat Cassidy out. I can taste the sweat from our dancing back at the bar mixed with her own special nectar, and I LOVE it. I watch with satisfaction as Cas’s body begins to undulate with the waves of pleasure I was giving her. I adored going down on a woman, watching her come undone as I service her selflessly and slavishly.

Closing my eyes I go to really nuzzle into her when…suddenly I am standing on that high bridge, the waving native grass shifting far below me like an ocean of shifting green. My gaze is focused on the wide muzzle of a revolver that was out of place and out of time. Her vintage dress fluttering in the wind Mei’s dark eyes drill into me. There she stands, her face a perfect pallid mask of control over what I knew was a beautifully tender soul, holding the gun to my heart. Fragile yet powerful. Strong in ways I’d only glimpsed. Internally out of control yet completely in control of what she showed the world. Flawed yet fearless. With me completely at her mercy.

“Hmph!” My eyes flare open again.

What in the HELL was wrong with me tonight!? Sex was my refuge, my escape, the one place to escape the thoughts and worries of the outside world, yet there SHE was every time I closed my eyes. Whatever was going on here it was something new. This wasn’t normal. And I didn’t like it. While Mei fascinated me she had no business invading my only sanctuary.

Normally I would have taken Cassidy to heaven and back with my mouth before moving onto the main event but with Mei’s ghost throwing me well off my game I decide I needed a change before the distraction turned Little Dusty into Limp Dusty.

Kissing back up Cassidy’s body I slip my hand beneath the pillow beside her bed and, like a magic trick, produce a condom with a flourish. Protection, just like I promised Mom. She laughs at my antics and the forethought of keeping a rubber there, recognizing a fellow slut for what he was. With practiced ease I roll the condom on then guide my steel manhood into her hot, wet, sex.

“Ohhhhh fuck!” Cas cries out as I go balls deep.

“Fuck, baby. You feel amazing.” I croon back the lines I was expected to say. “Ohhh, yes. Fuck. Rm!”

Cas moans and wails as I begin to fuck her in earnest. Her little tits bouncing her eyes roll back and her face contorts with ecstasy. Wrapping her legs around me she claws at my arms. “Yes! Dusty! Fuck YES! DUSTY!”

Among the clapping and plapping and rapturous moans…another voice echoes out from the recent past. “Dusty? What kind of name is that?”

“RRRRM!” I growl with growing annoyance as I banish that face and that voice once and for all, throwing all my fury into Cassidy. She wanted a dominant man, I’d give her a fucking dominant man! “Yeah! YEAH! FUCKING TAKE IT!”

“OHHH MYYYY GOD! HOLY FUCK!” Cassidy howls as my relentlessly pistoning cock takes her soaring over the edge. “OHHHH!!!”

***

An hour later the room is dark, the air still and filled with aroma of sweat and sex. Beside me the soft sounds of Cassidy’s breath as she faded toward sleep. I stare into the darkness as my afterglow fades and the hollow ache returns. The real world reclaims me. I hear my father’s anger, my mother’s hurt and Ric’s spiraling tantrum. My fault. The family fuck up. It was always my fault. Fucking time zones. IDIOT!

Squeezing my eyes shut I try in vain to hold the voices back but they came anyway. They always came. No matter how far I ran, no matter how many bars I visited, no matter how many people I made laugh or how many women I fucked, they always found me. I hear my own voice, small and pitiful, plead. “Hold me?”

“Mrm?” Cassidy stirs and throws a limp hand across my belly. “What’s that?”

“Nothing.” I squeeze her hand. “Go to sleep.”

“Mrmm.” She mumbles and drifts off into slumber.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes again. For a moment I hear the rising voices of my family, and then another interruption. This time a welcome one. “I’m not some damsel in her high tower waiting for a white knight.”

I don’t know why, but I smile.

Mei. Her name was Mei. Such a pretty name.