Chapter 10: New York

Dave’s departure from Hollidaysburg, Pennsylvania, took a week. He’d forged a loving relationship with Mariah St. Clair and her daughter Skye. Much of the week had been spent in bed with one or the other, and then both of them as they began to loosen up to the challenges that he gave them, some of which involved incestuous sapphic sex.

The challenges also included dressing sexy, omitting underwear, walking around the home naked even when a delivery or arrival was expected, and using earthy, slang, and colloquial terms for anything erotic or sexual. Since both women had been raised in ‘pure’ and ‘good’ households, that was a reach for them.

Other challenges involved sexual acts he did with them or things they did with each other, often as his urging. Both women tried anal sex and light bondage at their suggestion. Of course, he suggested they interact with each other in every kind of sexual way he could think of. They took to the activities like ducks to water.

Dave also helped orchestrate a dozen deep discussions between the two of them about redefining the traditional mother-daughter relationship to one than had great sexual content to it.

At one point, Dave had called his mother and gotten her on speaker phone. He introduced Elise to Mariah and Skye, and then had her talk about how she’d changed the relationship she’d had with Dave and Aaron. The complexity about paternity came up, as well as, by her own words, being the biggest slut in the Circle.

Elise bonded well with Mariah and Skye, and they promised to meet sometime in the future when Roy and Elise, in their RV, decided to travel through the country to Pennsylvania. They were in Montana at the moment, enjoying a prime spot by a lake in one of the national parks.

By the end of Dave’s week, they were comfortable with each other and even romantically inclined. They acknowledged their bisexuality would not exclude the other, and had completely new lines of communication and openness available to them. No subject was taboo, especially their feelings for each other and anything sexual or erotic they cared to bounce off each other.

A few nights earlier, as Dave, Mariah, and Skye lay in his king-size bed in the B&B, he got the two telling their sexual fantasies to each other. After they ran out, he had them making up sexy stories they’d like to be involved in. He was surprised at how bawdy they could be.

In contrast, the two women got Dave talking about the sexuality of the Circle. He described what had been typical weekend nights, when the Circle became orgy like as the sex and exhibitionism became rampant. He told them about some of the Halloween, graduation, or other parties that had been planned as sexual romps with nearby friends.

Dave got Alice on the phone one afternoon, and she talked about the woman’s perspective about the sex and swapping around. Dave chuckled, because she was like the fox allowed into the hen house. She loved everyone, loved sex, loved exhibitionism, loved fucking multiple men night after night, and was often an instigator of liaisons that resulted in great quantities of orgasms for herself and anybody else participating. She even told Mariah and Skye about her career in pornography as Alice Angel.

The later revelation led to Dave going online and finding a clip of Alice Angel to show to Mariah and Skye. They were both intrigued with the video and added a fantasy to each of their repertoires about doing a porn video with one or two hunky guys. Skye even envisioned a gangbang video that ended with her well-fucked body being covered in the men’s semen.

Dave headed east from Hollidaysburg, crossed the Allegheny Mountains, aiming for State College. Mariah had a friend that worked at the Nittany Lion Inn there, and got him the best room in the place for a rock bottom price. The old inn was only half-full of guests since Penn State was only in summer session.

Dave drove around State College that afternoon and evening after dinner. One thing stood out to him, and that was the huge stadium. In the middle of the rolling farms and countryside, sat an immense stadium that could hold over a hundred-thousand fans. Dave chuckled that it was called Beaver Stadium, particularly since only a few days earlier he’d explained to Mariah and Skye that their hairy pussy pelts were sometimes called beavers. They laughed and during a rest period proceeded to groom each other’s beavers so they were pleasing to him.

Dave finished the tour of the university town just after breakfast the next morning, and so he pushed further north, mostly along route U.S. 15 north. He stopped for the night at Six Nations Campground near one of the finger lakes. Again, there were a few other campers, but he was able to get a camp site away from anybody, yet close to one of the campground bathrooms with showers. Only a mile or two away was the small town of Watkins Glen, New York. He decided to head there for dinner and, after a night’s sleep in his tent, breakfast. Dinner was a burger at a bar that overlooked the southern end of Lake Seneca. Breakfast was at a local eatery, where Dave was sure he was the first ‘outsider’ to frequent the place in a decade. Everyone stared at him as though he came from another planet – mostly old grizzled men who appeared to have nothing better to do. He wondered whether he’d end up in the same place in a few years.

Dave rode up the west side of Seneca Lake after breakfast, a comfortable two-lane road with many wineries along the route. Of all of them, Dave only recognized one name from something he’d had to drink back home.

At the north end of Lake Seneca is the town of Geneva, New York. The place was clearly oriented to tourists, but that didn’t detract from the beauty of the place and its picturesque locale looking down the lake.

Dave stopped for lunch at Eddie O’Briens. A few tables were in a little fenced in covered patio right on the sidewalk, so Dave didn’t have to worry about keeping an eye on his motorcycle and the gear strapped on. He’d parked in a space for a car, taking up half of it, and aiming the bike out towards traffic so he’d be ready to depart.

Dave had no sooner sat down, than he heard another Harley motoring in his direction. He looked at the rider, and they turned into the same parking space Dave had used, and after some adjustment they also aimed the bike ready to depart.

There was no doubt about the rider - a blonde, of course, and damn fine looking one, too, Dave noticed as she removed her helmet. She was a bit lanky, wore jeans and western boots, and had a sleeveless blouse with deep cleavage held across her breasts with broadly-spaced laces. Atop that she had on a leather vest. She wore her hair in a single long-braid that had hung out the back of her helmet.

She went to Dave’s bike and did a walk-around, even looking at the instrument cluster to check the mileage. After admiring the other bike, she looked around and her blue eyes locked onto Dave who sat only twenty or thirty feet away.

She gestured at the bike and then at him. She mouthed, “Yours?”

Dave nodded and she came closer. He said, “1988 Harley Davidson Heritage Softail. This is the bike that was in the movie Road Trip.”

“Seriously? How’d you get hold of it? That is a real gem, and it’s in top condition. I should mention that I’ve watched that movie about two-dozen times. It’s my all-time favorite.” She added, “I saw the bike and just had to stop and look at it. It’s cherry.”

Dave chuckled and gestured for her to join him. “Care to join me? I haven’t even ordered yet; my treat.”

“Yeah, sure,” the blonde said. She came through the small gate and sat beside him.

Dave said, “My wife wrote the book Road Trip. She and some other close friends managed to buy the bike when Sony Pictures decided they weren’t going to keep it.”

“No way. Your wife has a funny name. I read the book, too.”

“Cricket.”

“Yes!” she exclaimed. “She must have met Scarlett Johansson who played Crystal?”

Dave chuckled and wondered how deep he wanted to get into the conversation with the blonde biker. He finally said, “Yes, but more than you might think. Scarlett is another wife; one of Cricket’s sister wives, as they call themselves.”

The blonde’s eyes narrowed in disbelief. “You’re having a little fantasy at my expense?”

Dave pulled his iPhone from his pocket. “Let me show you a picture of the day I got the bike. It was a birthday present two years ago.” He scrolled through his photos and then presented a picture someone had taken on his birthday as his ten wives had presented him the bike. They were all standing behind the bike; five on either side of Dave. Scarlett was next to him and he had his arm around her, with Alice on his other side.

The blonde studied the picture and even blew up the image so she could see the detail in the faces. She muttered, “That’s you, all right ... and Scarlett Johansson. Which one is Cricket?”

“She’s next to Scarlett.”

“Who are the other women?”

“My wives. They all got together to buy the bike for me. I love them dearly.”

The blonde passed the phone back and laughed. “You are so full of shit and I didn’t know they piled it to your height. You must be a great poker player, because you said all that with a straight face.”

He laughed and said, “What could I do to convince you I’m telling the truth.”

“What are Scarlett and Cricket doing right now? Call one of them and let me listen in.”

“I’m Dave Prentiss by the way, and you are?”

“Jessie Parker.”

Dave picked up the phone and touched five on his speed dial. He put the phone on speaker.

Cricket answered on the third ring, “DAVE, I LOVE YOU.”

“Hi Honey. I’m with a disbeliever about who I am and what I’m doing. Would you say a few words about you and the family? My friend’s name is Jessie Parker.”

Cricket said “Well, I’m Cricket and I’m kind of Dave’s fifth wife. He has Alice, Pam, Heather, Julie, me, Scarlett, Nikky, JR, Tatiana, and Bridget. Julie and Alice are sisters, but he also loves the other sister Karen. Dave has about fifteen children, but not all are by his wives ... AND we all miss you. We love you. Everyone will be so bummed that they didn’t get a chance to talk to you.”

Dave said, “I’ll call back at cocktail time, I think.”

Cricket said, “I think it’ll be indoors. There are all sorts of big thunder boomers building up around us. I’m sure we’ll get a deluge later today.”

Jessie asked, “You got to work with Scarlett on your book?’

“Yes. She was hanging out here and not a wife then. She read my book and loved it. She gave out some copies to some of her friends in Hollywood and the next I knew I was on a plane and they were going to make a movie out of it. That was about six years ago. They coupled me with a guy I fell in love with named Don Abrams to write the screen play. Ultimately, Scarlett starred in the movie and became a sister wife.”

Jessie said, “So, tell me about this Dave character?”

“He’s the BEST! We love him to pieces and he loves us. He got all of us to loosen up as the family grew. We’re all part of the Circle, of course.”

“The Circle?”

“Dave will have to tell you. It’s too long a discussion to have like this. Basically, it’s our large intentional polyamorous family – about two hundred of us here in Sarasota. We really love each other and we have various principles we live by about being kind, loving, and open with each other. It’s a best place in the world.”

“Sarasota, Florida?”

“Yep, that’s us.”

“Where’s Scarlett now?” Dave asked.

“She’s in Japan for another three weeks filming scenes for the next Avenger movie. I got a text from her last night.”

“What’s Rose up to?”