Chapter 6

As I sit in my little house on the outskirts of Saranac Lake, New York, I can’t help but look back on the wild several months since I returned from Banff in March. It started almost immediately upon my return to Des Moines, Iowa, as the next day, I started to look for work in New York State. I was surprised that several listings were available for IT specialists in the areas I hoped to move to.

I got lucky with a position opening at a medical facility in Saranac Lake in the heart of the Adirondacks and dusted off my resume to apply. After several phone calls and interviews, I was hired for a start date a month later. I gave notice to my job in Des Moines and found this little house just outside the town. I think it was an old cottage that had been winterized; it would need some work ... ok, a lot of work, but the price was right, and it was available immediately. I packed up my stuff and set off a couple of weeks later. The whole thing took about a month and a half from the end of my trip to get the keys to my fashionably cozy (or did the realtor say “rustic”?) little home.

My parents were over the moon happy when I told them I had moved back to the state and would be able to visit more often. Dad’s health hasn’t been the best of late, they eventually admitted, but we hope it is nothing too serious. It will be good to be around them again. Compared to the long flight from Iowa, it’s only an hour and a half drive.

As the May flowers bloomed around me, I could step outside and see the rolling mountains of the Adirondacks from my door. I looked forward to hiking again when I had time. Maybe I could even become a “46er,” the term for someone who hikes the 46 highest mountains in the Adirondacks that are (mostly) over 4000 ft. I hoped I would have company for some of them as well.

Callie and I still talk all the time, usually via text, and she has been a big supporter of my move. She was accepted to SUNY Potsdam for English, and we’d be just over an hour away from each other, and she knew I needed the change. She could tell how excited I was when I got the job and even helped me look for places to live when I got hired. I was the one who found my house, but I did ask her what she thought before I made an offer.

The one thing in all the chaos of running around and moving was that it kept me focused on something and not on my girl far away from me. When we talked, it was nice, but it wasn’t easy knowing I wouldn’t see her for several more months at least. I would lie in bed at night, wishing she was beside me, and she told me she felt the same. A hole needs to be filled, but that day will come eventually.

One thing Callie did start doing once she arrived home was writing. I was surprised at the amount and variety of stuff she’d sent me, from poems to long stories. I encouraged her to post them to various places for more feedback, which she did, but she always wanted me to read them first. I’d give a little feedback when I could. I’m a tech guy, not a book guy. The ones I couldn’t help but enjoy the most were a few of the sex stories she wrote. I could tell some of the experiences in the stories were based on our time together in Banff, which made me smile as I read them. It was interesting to see things from her fictionalized perspective that she added to the character, and it actually gave me a bit more insight into Callie as a person.

Callie told me her dad and Theresa never suspected anything had happened between us and generally thought they had a nice family trip. I have a hard time believing someone could be that obtuse to think abandoning your child for a few days while on vacation was, in fact, a good family vacation. It worked out well for us, but they didn’t know that. In fact, when Callie was accepted to Potsdam, Reg called me up to ask if I could check up on her while she was at school since ‘we got along so well.’ Boy, he has no idea.

Some nights when we’d talk, especially if she was alone, we’d have a little phone sex. Obviously, it wasn’t as good as the real thing, but it was exciting to hear her voice again. Sometimes, when she was feeling extra naughty, she’d send me pictures of herself in different states of undress. She once stunned me with a few pictures up her skirt while in school. She’d gone to the washroom and decided to send me something fun to keep me interested. I was interested already, but who could say no to sexy pictures in a high school.

It was June, a week before Callie’s prom, that she called me because she was feeling down. Her friends had dates for the dance, and she would go alone. She was going with another female friend who didn’t have a date. She confessed that it was not that she wasn’t asked. She was asked, apparently, by several boys. The problem was that she couldn’t go with the one person she really wanted there, me. I could sympathize. It had been three months since we’d last seen each other in person, and I missed her terribly.

At one point, she wasn’t even going to go at all, but her friend and I convinced her to go and have that time-honored experience. I hadn’t met this friend of hers, but Callie admitted that her friend knew about me. She couldn’t contain the secret from her and broke one night and gave her a detailed account of everything we’d done. Callie said she was supportive and wished her the best, which was nice. It was good for her to have someone to confide in about such things.

I received a couple of pictures of Callie in her prom dress. It was a beautiful, elegant red dress with just a hint of sexy thrown in for good measure. I sat there the night she sent it to me, wishing I could peel that thing off her and give her the best night since Canada. I jerked off a couple of times that night before waking up the next day with a plan.

On the evening of her prom, Callie sent me a few more pictures of her and her ‘date’ all dressed up. They both looked adorable, but I couldn’t help thinking I had the best of them. I asked what her plan was after the main festivities ended, and they were going back to her friend’s place to watch movies and fall asleep. She wished I could be there so she could get lucky on prom night like so many of her friends, and that’s when I sent her a picture of myself in my suit just for her. She thought it was cute that I was going with her in spirit. I told her to text me once she left the dance hall the school had booked.

A few hours later, I got that text that they’d decided to bail after they got bored with all the horny teens making out around them. Then, I sent Callie another picture, but this wasn’t of me. It was from a local hotel in her town. She asked me why I sent her a picture of a hotel from her town, and I replied with a picture of a door, room 237, clearly marked on the front. I assumed she figured out my clues because things went quiet from there until there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find two pretty girls in prom dresses scowling at me before Callie jumped into my arms. It was good to kiss her again.

“You must be Shane. Nice to meet you. I’m Lori,” the other girl said as she extended her hand to shake mine. It wasn’t easy with a girl clutched to me, but I did my best to shake her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Lori,” I told the girl in the flowing blue dress.

“I can’t believe you’re here. I’ve missed you so much!” Callie said between kisses to my lips and neck. I thought she was going to tear my clothes off right there in front of her friend.

“I’ve missed you too, but you’re making your friend uncomfortable.”

“You’re not, don’t worry about it. But I should take off and leave you two alone,” Lori said as she turned towards the door.

“You’re going to cover for me still, right?” Callie asked as she finally got down on her own two feet again, giving my old back a rest.

“Of course, I just really wanted to meet Mr. Incredible over here. Had to see if you were exaggerating with your crazy stories.”

As I pondered that comment, Callie bluntly asked, “ ... and? Was I lying?”

“From where I stand ... no, you weren’t. Good job! And you two have fun tonight. I’ll pick you up in the morning with your change of clothes. And don’t rip that DRESS!” Lori said, laughing before she turned to leave. We said our goodbyes, and she headed home alone. I closed the hotel door and prepared for another wild night.

“I can’t believe you’re actually here,” Callie said, almost in tears. “Lori wanted to meet you to make sure you were genuine. I think she thought I’d suffered a psychotic break when I told her about you.”

“She seems nice. I’m glad I lived up to the stories. I’m sure the suit helped,” I said with a laugh.

“You still look good in that suit. Shoulders still look loose, though.”

“Thanks, you’re a knockout in that dress. I bet you two were the hottest girls at that prom.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Shane,” she said seductively.

“Is it a slow and romantic night or a break the furniture night?” I asked as I wrapped my arms around my long-distance lover.

“It’s a ‘take me any way you want’ night; you’ve earned it,” she said as she leaned in and kissed me. I felt the blood pump from my brain down to the center of my central thought processor ... my manhood. I picked her up, carried her to the bed, and gently laid her down. I undid a few buttons on the back of her dress, and the whole thing slid easily off her body. All that remained was a thin pair of red lace panties, which I couldn’t help but bury my face in.

I missed the scent of her excited slit and let my nose and tongue explore the center and edges of the garment to tease us both. She squirmed and ground herself against my face, wanting me to explore the uncovered folds of her sex, but I made her wait just to drive her crazy. When she could barely tolerate it anymore, I hooked my thumbs into those panties and pulled them down her luscious legs.

Her slit looked exquisite as my mouth descended on it like a hungry wolf on a wounded animal. I feasted, oh how I feasted, on her delicious pussy. Her legs shifted and moved as she lost control from my tongue-twisting twat tasting. She cried out as her first orgasm rattled her senses, but I didn’t relent. I dug down deeper to munch on the fresh secretions of her oversexed muff. She begged for mercy, but I refused to concede my advantage and went in for the knockout blow. I fastened my lips around her clitoral hood, held it in my teeth, and flicked the hardened nub rapidly with my tongue.

Her cries could have woken the whole hotel, so she smothered her own face in a pillow as her body withered from my coupe de grace. Temporarily exhausted, I moved up her body and kissed her as she attempted to catch her breath.

“Wow, that was something else,” she said between heavy breaths. “I get the feeling you missed me.”

“What gave you that impression?” as I tried to play coy.

“Oh, I don’t know. The soaking wet spot on the bed you created from your mouth on me.”

“Sounds like maybe you missed me too, then.”

“You’re about to find out!” She then flipped me over onto the bed and straddled my body. She quickly pulled off my jacket and shirt; a button or three may have been torn off in the process before she yanked off my pants and boxers. I lay there naked and helpless against her powers as her mouth descended on my cock in an attempt to repay me in kind.

She worked my cock like a seasoned pro, her fist on the bottom stroking my shaft while her mouth and tongue worked the upper half. Her head bobbed quickly as she tried to get me to cum quickly, but I was steadfast and strong. It wasn’t till I saw her other hand snake between her own legs and touch herself that I felt my will break. Baseball failed me, and with a mighty grunt, I filled her mouth with the cream she so furiously worked for. I almost saw her cheeks bulge like a chipmunk as I came hard, but she never gave up and swallowed it all before returning to me with a smile.

“Looks like someone missed me, too,” as she lightly elbowed me in the ribs.

“Of course I did. I’ve missed everything about you,” my voice turning soft and sincere.

“I missed you too. I can’t believe you’re actually here. I’m so happy right now. Without you, I didn’t know how I would make the next three months before school starts.”

“Maybe you can swing a visit by saying you want to visit campus during the summer. I can pick you up, and we can do something fun.”

“I’d like that, or we can just find a dirty motel somewhere and bang it out until we can’t walk,” she giggled.

“That’s my girl, you little sex freak.” I rolled on top of her as I gained my second wind. My hardening penis quickly slipped inside her well-lubricated tunnel, and I shoved in till my balls slapped against her tight ass.

“Oh FUCK!” she cried out as I moved inside her. My hips did the thrusting, and my mouth did the sucking as I found her unmolested nipples eager for some attention. They stood proudly from her diminutive chest like little pink erasers and demanded to be nibbled. She cocked her head back and groaned as her body responded to my activities.

I loved watching her react to each bit of stimulation. It was satisfying to know I could give her so much pleasure that she could barely contain herself. Her hips reflexively thrust against my own, and her head rolled around as she mumbled about how good it all felt. It boosted the ego and made the sex even hotter than it already was.

Not that she was a slouch herself, she drove me crazy in ways I never knew possible. I don’t think I’ve ever had wilder sex, some of which could cause destruction like a hurricane in a hotel room, that we’ve done together. The thought of her in anything, even a whole body-covering potato sack, would get me hard.