Chapter 7

John softly cupped a breast and gently kissed the nipple. Theresa stirred in her afterglow. It was actually a week later. Her and John seemed to sense their coming reduction of privacy, and thus had each tried to murder the other with sex.

They had just finished a marathon bout, consisting of twelve hours of mixed sleep and sex, and were both bombed on natural endorphins. Neither one of them could speak very well.

“Huey Yu, tim tu wag up.” John mumbled. His tongue sore to its roots.

(He had a tendency to get a little over zealous in its use, trying to extend it farther than it wanted to go. The result was a ripping of the skin membrane on the underside. This wasn’t extremely painful, but it did make it harder to talk.)

This statement elicited only a soft moan from Theresa. John responded by softly sucking at the nipple he had been kissing. He repeated his message between sucks. “Huey Yu, tim tu wag up.”

Theresa smiled in her sleep.

John forced his sore tongue to lick around the nipple and then shift sides so the other one wouldn’t get lonely. Fat chance, as both of their nipples and their genitals were getting quite raw from the past week’s usage.

Theresa half giggled in a light sleep.

John sighed. He finally mustered up the energy and began to lick his way down. He made a left turn at her navel and then followed along her left hip bone into the natural turnpike straight down to happy valley. He wasted no time with the scenic route as he zeroed in on her love button.

Normally he would have taken his time approaching the area. Now he delved in without mercy and thrashed it from side to side with the tip of his tongue, diverting from this attack just long enough to take several long, slow, full lengthwise swipes at it.

Theresa sat halfway up in an involuntary gasp of pleasure.

“Hey you, it’s time to wake up!” John repeated. (The calisthenics seemed to have loosened his tongue a bit.)

Theresa grabbed him by the hair and held him there as her gasp subsided.

John responded by providing her with another· then another·, continuing on mercilessly till her gasps turned into pleading screams.

John tripped her over the edge with a final flurry of flicks from his ferocious tongue then sat back and slipped into a redneck vernacular and said: “Yo! You awake yet bitch?”

Between sobbing gasps for air Theresa managed to say; “Yes ... dear, ... I ... guess ... so... {gasp, sob}.”

John kind of chuckled to himself and said: “I was just kind of wondering ... Just to give you some kind of warning that we have to leave sometime in the next couple of hours. If we don’t, Cindy’s gonna land in a strange city with nobody to meet her.”

It took about two more gasps for it to register on Theresa. Suddenly she gasped hard one last time and sat up saying “TWO HOURS! I’ve got to get ready!”

She attempted to jump out of bed, but she couldn’t stand very well, let alone walk.

John grabbed her hand and pulled her back into his arms. She fought a bit, but realized finally that she was in no condition to rush. She settled back into his arms and pulled his head into a kiss. Her own aroma filled her nostrils. She quivered a bit involuntarily from the memory it triggered. He kissed her tenderly as he caressed her body back into a state that was capable of hurrying.

The man was phenomenal! Theresa thought to herself. She felt the love rushes charging through her body. She was hooked solid.

John held her long enough to reach the best compromise between sleep and excited once more. Then he guided her into the shower. He would have lots of time for his while she decided what she would wear.

He walked nude into the kitchen and poured a mug of coffee, savoring the aroma from his mustache between sips. He poured and doctored one for Theresa —who had acquired a taste for it— and slipped it onto the counter in the bathroom.

He sipped his own and again savored the aroma from his mustache as he admired the slim, firm body behind the glass. He set his down and went to join her.

Two hours and fifteen minutes later they were scooting down the muddy road towards the main highway.

The drive to Salt Lake City where they had booked Cindy to fly into, was far enough away that John easily made up the fifteen minutes once they made the highway. He opened up the Landcruiser and let it sail, not flat out as the engine modifications were still breaking in, but fast enough to make Theresa a little nervous.

She rode with her fingers in the back of his hair. Her eyes mostly on him. Her thoughts were of him, as well as what her life was like before him. Every so often her thoughts would drift to Cindy. Would John change Cindy’s life as much as he had hers? Did she want him to? Should she tell John about her and Cindy?

An hour or so before John roused Theresa to consciousness, Cindy had silently slipped out of her house. Her few prized keepsakes and some clothes stuffed into a backpack.

She had made her way as directed to the Western Union office where she received some traveling cash. She then caught a cab —her first ride— to the airport. She gave her name at the counter and received a pre-paid ticket. Half an hour later the plane boarded.

Twenty minutes later she was in the air, leaving the city of her birth, bound for a destination she didn’t know. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked out the window, but she trusted her friend. They had too much in common not to. The tears didn’t last. A stewardess inquired over her needs, but Cindy just shook her head and looked out the window.

John and Theresa pulled into the airport just about the time Cindy’s plane set down. They parked in short term parking and the two of them walked up to the gate, passing easily through the metal detectors. John’s knowledge of this particular airport saved them the hassle of a missed connection. They were standing by the side as Cindy walked off the plane, carrying her only bag. She spotted Theresa and rushed into her arms.

The two just hugged each other for a long time. Tears streamed down both their cheeks. Finally Cindy pulled back to look at Theresa.

“I didn’t really believe it was true, until the moment I saw you. And Damn you’re looking fine girl!” Cindy said.

“Yeah, love does that.” Theresa mused.

“Love?” inquired Cindy, looking over at John.

John stood to one side, slightly embarrassed.

“Yeah, love. Cindy I’d like you to meet my very good friend and mentor John.”

“Nice to meet you Cindy.” John said, extending his hand.

“Nice to meet you too.” Cindy replied, but looking dubious. (Who the hell is this OLD MAN? she was thinking. Theresa had said he was older, but this old?)

“Any luggage?” John inquired.

“Just this.” Cindy replied, proffering her backpack.

John offered her his hand and Cindy reluctantly handed her backpack into his keeping. She kept an eye on him though, as she walked arm in arm with Theresa through the airport.

John was doing his best not to keep an eye on Cindy. She was too cute. She was just sixteen, but had full firm breasts and a slim body accentuated with a very sexy widening of her hips. This didn’t seem to affect the size of her backside, which seemed to be nigh on perfect. Her long dark hair cascaded over her shoulders and breasts. She shook it back as she walked. Her face was adorable. John wondered how he was going to be able to live with her and Theresa wandering around the Silo.

When they got to the car, John turned to Cindy and addressed her: “Originally I’d intended that you should be blindfolded. I don’t really want to do that, and I doubt that you want it either. In exchange I will accept your word, that you will never reveal to another person the location of our home to which we are taking you.”

Cindy studied him for a minute. She still didn’t trust him, even though he had made possible her escape from her own private hell. She distrusted his motives in doing so. Now he was offering to trust her. She looked to Theresa for guidance. She however was strangely distant, but she nodded to her.

“OK” Cindy said.

“I have your word?” John persisted.

Cindy looked once more to Theresa. She could tell that they were both serious. She wondered what the outcome would be if she refused. She shivered a bit at the thought of being sent back. She took a deep breath and said: “You have my word, that I shall never reveal the location or existence of your home to another person.”

John looked at her a moment. He wasn’t so sure that she understood how serious he thought the situation was.

He explained: “Consider my point of view; you are a minor. No matter what bad situation you were in, I’ve just conspired for you to run away. Because of my age, and yours, the law would probably consider this an abduction.