I got lucky. Tricky Dick shut the war down before I had to cross the pond, and I finished my time out in California. I finally got out, not a moment too soon, and hung around a while, looking for work. Looking for something to do that I enjoyed, but didn’t have much luck. The weather was great, at least. I really liked California, but I finally decided it was time to go back home. It was spring and I was ready to be back in the mountains. I closed my room out, counted my cash, and bought a cross-country bus ticket, from San Francisco to Hickory, North Carolina.
I was a little shocked to find out it would take five days for the trip. Damn ... the bus stopped at every little goddam town from here to there, almost. I could hitch in two if I had good luck ... what the hell, I decided ... it was cheap and I got tired of walking beside the road with my thumb out. Plus, I had a fair amount of shit to carry.
I had almost twelve hours before the bus left so went and got something to eat, and camped out in the bus station, trying to keep an eye on my stuff. The place alternated from crowded to empty on a minute-by-minute basis. There were a few people there for the long haul and I kinda got to know a few of them by sight. It wasn’t my nature to talk much, though, and I kept to myself.
I noticed the girl at once. She was young, a kid, but so what, so was I, almost, I was just a little over twenty, then. I guessed she was thirteen, fourteen or so. She was cute, hell, she was more than cute, she was beautiful. She had long, silky dark brown hair, almost black. Two big brown eyes. A cute little pixie face with an upturned pug nose. Her lips were full and just damn sexy, I thought. I’d do that, I thought, glancing at her and trying not to stare. I’d do that. But, hell ... I’d do anything, almost. She was special, though.
She just had a small suitcase that she held onto it for dear life. She was wearing a ragged pair of jeans and an old yellow t-shirt shirt that was a few sizes too big. Her shoes were just sandals. I wondered where she was going and which bus she’d be on. I hoped, of course, that she was going to be on mine.
I slept, and awoke with a start, looking around to see if my stuff had been stolen while I slept. Nope, it hadn’t. I looked around. The girl was right across from me now, she’d moved while I slept. She was asleep now, her head back, her mouth open, and her arms carelessly thrown down on the two seats next to her. Her feet were on the suitcase. I just sat there and stared at her, falling in love. That didn’t mean anything, I’d already fallen in love with the lady at the ticket counter, and the gal at the restaurant I ate at. I liked this little girl, though, I liked her a lot.
Somebody announced something on the intercom and the girl jumped and woke up. She looked around and when she looked at me I smiled at her. She gave me a what-the-hell-are-you-looking-at look and settled back into her seat. I looked at my watch. Two more fucking hours. Jeezus.
On impulse, I leaned across the aisle towards her. I was kinda shy, but the urge to talk to this one was strong, stronger than my shyness. I would be happy just to talk to her even if she said no, I thought. She saw my movement out of the corner of her eye and looked at me.
“Wanna go get something to eat?” I said. “I got some money ... and it might be a while before the bus stops tonight.”
She just looked at me like I was a retard or something. I got ready for her rejection. The station was fairly deserted at the moment and in the silence I distinctly heard her stomach growl from across the aisle. I knew it would probably piss her off for me to laugh, but it struck me as funny, for some reason, I guess because I’d just mentioned food to her. I smiled and only laughed a little, my body shaking. She did look pissed, then, but only for a moment ... she giggled, too, and I was pleased.
“I...” she said, “I guess so ... if you don’t mind...”
“No, I’d be delighted,” I said, pleased. I could immediately tell from her accent that she was a mountain girl. I could almost place her within a hundred miles of where I’d grown up. I smiled and stood. I gathered up my suitcases and she stood, picking up her small one. On impulse I stuck my hand out, and said, “I’m Robert, by the way.”
“I’m Willow,” she said. “Willow Ambrighton.”
“Pleased to meet you,” I said, and she nodded. We shook hands. Her hand felt small in mine. It was almost exciting to just touch her. I’m gettin’ desperate, I thought. That was nothing new. I was pretty much desperate all the time. We left the station and went up the street where the eating places were. I led her to a little hamburger place and we sat and ordered.
“Where you goin’?” I asked, and she grimaced.
“All the way across the country,” she said. “A little town named Hiddenite.”
“Hiddenite? North Carolina?” I was shocked. That was barely twenty miles from where I’d grown up, where my people were. Shit. She was a neighbor.
“Yes,” she said soberly, looking at me.
“I grew up in Hickory,” I explained, and she nodded.
“Yeah, I got an uncle lives there,” she said. I nodded. Small world.
“Gonna take five days to get there,” I said, and she nodded again.
“How’d you come to be out here?” I asked.
“I spent the summer with my aunt and uncle,” she explained. “My ma died last winter, and my pa sent me out here. He’s a trucker and he was supposed to come get me but they changed his route so he had to send me money for the bus.”
“I see,” I said. Interesting. This girl was gonna be on my bus for the next five days. I hoped, now that we were acquainted, that she’d sit with me. That would help pass the time, having a pretty girl with me, even if she was just a kid. Maybe this won’t be that bad, I thought.
She wolfed her burger down, and an order of fries. She ate enough ketchup to float a battleship. I think she was hungry.
“How long you been at the station?” I asked.
“Two days,” she said. “My uncle had to bring me up Tuesday, then go back to work.”
Shit. That was a long time, for a little kid.
“You eat anything since then?” I asked, half joking. I mean, damn, the way she’d eaten that burger, not to mention her stomach growling.
“No ... I don’t got no money...” she said, shyly.
“Shit,” I said. “You mean, they put you on a five day bus ride, without any money? What was you gonna do, eat from trash cans?”
“Well, I thought I’d have some, but the ticket was more than my pa thought, I guess ... it used up almost all of it...”
“Well, shit,” I said. “Stick with me, I’ll buy you lunch and dinner. A kid shouldn’t have to go hungry.”
“You don’t have to...” she started, but I interrupted her.
“Yes, I do, you can’t go hungry,” I had over two hundred bucks and it wasn’t that big a deal. I couldn’t stand the idea of a pretty girl like her starving or eating from trash cans. Or having to beg for her dinner.
“Thank you ... Robert...” she said, looking embarrassed.
“Don’t think nothin’ of it,” I said. “Forget it, let’s just get on with the trip.”
I put a quarter on the table and we dragged all our crap back to the station. She sat next to me, then, right next to me, and that pleased me greatly. I realized that now it was virtually certain that she’d sit next to me on the bus. How cool, I thought.
Finally, just a few minutes before the bus was supposed to leave they called for us to board. We took our stuff out and let them throw it in the belly of the bus and got onboard. I chose a row a not quite in the middle, although the bus didn’t have a bathroom. I knew better than to sit over the wheels.
I went past the seat and let her sit by the window. We sat and waited and finally the driver got onboard. Most everybody was on by then and he pulled out, into traffic.
I was right. We were gonna stop at every goddam little town we came to. We barely got out of the city before we stopped and two more people got onboard. Shit, I thought. This was gonna take forever. I laughed. Five days, that were gonna seem like forever. I looked at the girl next to me. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.
Willow was glued to the window until we made it out of town. She finally turned to me and spoke.
“What’d you do, out here...” she asked. I spent a few minutes giving her the Reader’s Digest condensed version of my life, my time in the Air Force out here in California. She nodded, seeming to be interested in my dull life.
“What you gonna do now, when you get home?” she asked.
“I dunno,” I said, “I guess just look for a job and live at home for a while, if they’ll let me.”
“Think they will?” she asked.
“Yeah ... my mom will be okay with it ... my dad will, if I get a job and act like I’m trying to make it on my own...”
“Good,” she said. She sighed, and sat back. “My dad don’t act like he likes me any more. I think he couldn’t wait for me to get out here and out of his hair.”
“I’m sorry...” I said, not really knowing what to say.
“S’okay,” she said. “I’m thinkin’ ‘bout asking one of my aunts if I can live with her. She understands me she likes me.”
“I hope it works out for you,” I said, and I really did. She seemed like a good kid. I was sorry she’d lost her mother.
The rest of the day passed, quick enough. I was right, it really helped to have a friendly face sitting next to me. A pretty, friendly face.
That night even my stomach was growling when we finally pulled off the road in Podunksville, Arizona. There were two eating joints close, the driver announced, and he’d give us forty-five minutes. But don’t be late.
Willow and I picked one of the places at random and went inside and sat. A girl came and gave us menus and we ordered.
“Thanks again, Robert,” Willow said, and I smiled at her.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” I said.
“Someday maybe I’ll get a job and pay you back,” she said and we laughed. I kinda hoped, I thought to myself, that I still knew her that far in the future, when she could get a job. That would be cool. I knew most of the girls in Hickory pretty well, and this little girl was classier than most of them. All of them. I could tell she would be a real beauty when she grew up, she was well along that path, already.
We ate, and hurried back to the bus. We killed the last fifteen minutes just walking around the terminal, stretching our legs. Finally we got on board and the journey resumed.
Willow and I talked, and talked and talked. She told me all about her life, and she made me sad, somewhat, I think that she’d never felt like she belonged or she was wanted. I mean, I had problems with my family, but at least I felt loved. I think that she didn’t, though. She told me her dad had said that she was a mistake, she was unplanned, and unwanted. A kid should never be told that shit, even if it was true. That made me feel bad for her.
I told her my whole tale, which, of course, didn’t take but a minute or two. I was a kid, then I went to school, then I joined the Air Force because so I wouldn’t be drafted into the army. That was about it.
“Robert,” she said, “You got a girl, back home?”
I was silent a moment. I almost didn’t want to tell her the truth, I wanted her to think I was a stud or something.
“Naw...” I finally said, laughing a little, disparagingly.
“It’s okay,” she said, “The right one just ain’t come along yet.”
“Yeah,” I said, “Yeah.”
It was almost midnight when I looked at my watch. I got two blankets from the overhead, and we curled up beneath them. The bus was fairly new and in good shape, and it rode smoothly. I was used to sleeping in strange places and positions, so it wasn’t a problem. I conked out almost immediately, waking every few hours or every time we stopped at a town. Willow seemed as comfortable as I’d been and she just slept like a log. She didn’t even wake up when we stopped and started. Finally, about five in the morning I woke her when we came up to a terminal, and asked her if she wanted to go inside. We stumbled off the bus, went to the johns, and stretched our legs in the cool morning air.
I made some jokes about our fellow passengers, and she giggled helplessly. I could make her laugh, at least. We finally got back on board and crawled beneath our blankets. To my surprise she kind of snuggled up next to me, as best she could with the divider between our seats. I felt her arm touching mine, and her face as almost on my shoulder. I was content to let her and she felt nice and warm.
I woke about eight that morning, my ass tingling, asleep. I wanted to walk around bad, but we were on a long stretch. I figured we were halfway through Arizona by now. I carefully turned and regarded the girl next to me. Her head was leaned again my upper arm, and she was so close she was almost blurry. Her closeness excited me and I wished her face was turned up instead of down. I felt a twitch from my dick, and I thought, you silly bastard, she’s just a kid. Get outta here.
I just sat there for a while, looking at her. I closed my eyes for a while, and when I finally opened them, her eyes were open and she was watching me. We both giggled and she sat up and looked out the window.
“Where we at?” she said and I shook my head. No idea.
A bit after that we stopped for breakfast and I bought her a plate of bacon and eggs. It was good, I had one too. She thanked me again, profusely and I told her that I enjoyed doing it, and she didn’t have to thank me every time. She disagreed and I accepted it. We returned to the bus.
It was a long day. As empty as Arizona and New Mexico seemed, there was a lot of damn people wanting to ride the bus. We were crawling.
Willow was great fun that day, she seemed like she’d warmed up to me. She sat sideways and put her feet on top of mine. I found a deck of cards and we played most of the day. I tried to teach her how to play poker and to her credit she caught on pretty quick. She slept for an hour after lunch, and then we talked some more. The more she talked the more I felt for her, and I realized that she’d had a hard life for a kid. She came from a family of dirt-poor farmers in Hiddenite and she had never seemed to catch a break since. I hoped things went better for her when she got back. She didn’t seem to have much hope that they would.
“What you gonna do when you get outa school,” I asked her, and she just shook her head.
“I dunno, I guess work at Macklinburg or somethin’, they got a factory nearby. Prolly eventually get married and have a few young’uns.”
We both laughed at that. I hoped for better for her. It occurred to me that she wasn’t that much younger than me. When she got a little older, it’d seem like less, even. I still wished I was a few years younger. Most people my age were in a hurry to grow up but now that I’d met her, I was wishin’ I was younger.
I tried to give her some hope for her future, although I’m probably not the best at comforting people. She seemed to appreciate it at least.
That night, I leaned towards her, as we bedded down. She leaned towards me, and the sides of our faces touched. Well, she was down more towards my neck, because I’m taller than her. The top of her head touched my cheek, basically. But it didn’t seem to bother her that we touched, at least.
I realized about this time, with a shock, that I loved her. I honestly, completely loved her. Why? I asked myself. Just because she was there? Just because she was available? Just because we were thrown together like this?
I was stupid about falling in love. I’d fallen in love before, probably a thousand times at least. I just had to see a girl sometimes, to fall in love with her. I had fallen in love with the backs of girl’s heads at traffic stops. I’d never managed to get it reciprocated, though. And I was pretty sure that this was about the most hopeless one of them all.
Anyway, we sat there as the bus hummed through New Mexico, and I could feel the warmth from her body seeping into me. I could feel her breath on my collarbone and smell a light, girlish scent that I knew was her. Something inside of me almost cried, I loved her so much, at that instant. I wanted so bad just to take her in my arms and tell her that everything was going to be okay. It hurt me that I couldn’t.
“Robert,” she whispered, and I felt my dick lurch, again. “Goodnight. And thank you, again.”
“Goodnight, Willow,” I said. And, I added in my head, I love you. Goodnight, darling.
I woke up that night as the motor of the bus slowed. We stopped, somebody got off, and we started back up again. I felt some movement from Willow and looked down at her in the flickering light from a solitary streetlight.
Her eyes were open and staring at me. Her head was turned to me and mine to her. We regarded each other from just inches away. Her face was raised, and I felt her sweet breath on my face. I loved her that moment more than I’d ever loved anything in my life. Love seared my soul, burning inside me, and something inside me died just a little bit, because I felt helpless, I loved her but I couldn’t tell her. I opened my mouth to say something but I didn’t know what to say. She smiled gently. She leaned even closer.
“Robert,” she said, whispering so softly I could barely hear her, “Thanks again.”
I didn’t speak, I just moved my mouth. You’re welcome, I mouthed. She leaned closer. And closer. I could feel the breath from her nose on my chin, she was so close. She gently touched my lips with hers, for maybe three seconds. That thing that had died inside me came back to life. Something inside me began to sing.
She lay her head down, leaning forward, and placed her head on my chest. I could smell her hair, and my stupid dick started to get hard again. It was the sexiest thing that had ever happened to me. I lay back, breathing in her smell, loving her.
I think she slept some more, she slid further and further down my chest. I finally took her in both my arms and held her so she didn’t fall in the floor. I never slept, I was content to just sit there and hold her, I was more content than I’d ever been. All to quickly it was morning. We stopped for breakfast.
We played poker all the way through New Mexico. By the time we hit Oklahoma she owed me several million dollars. Oklahoma amazed me, as it had on the way out to California. A whole state, and not one single mountain. Barely any hills. I couldn’t believe people would live there. We ate at a little truck stop thing in Oklahoma City, and I vulgarly abused the locals for their willingness to settle in such a harsh, unpleasant land. Of course, I kept my voice low, some of the cowboys looked pretty tough. I told Willow about my friend from the air force, John, who was an Okie, a hard drinkin’ ass kickin’ cowboy. If I’d had time I would have looked him up.
We talked that afternoon and evening. I talked frankly with Willow, telling her of my unhappy love life and how I craved someone who understood me and loved me for what I was. Whatever the hell that was, even I wasn’t sure about that. She was sympathetic and I loved her all the more for that. For her attitude towards me, a person she’d just met.
When it finally got dark we huddled down, sharing a blanket. I wished that the seat dividers could be removed. We put our heads together, and talked some more. I felt intimate with her, I felt a closeness that I’d never felt before with any girl. The darkness got darker and darker. She got closer and closer to me, and finally she was half over the divider, her face next to my head, whispering in my ear.
“Robert,” she finally said, after a long pause.
“What,” darling, I added, as I’d begun to think to myself.
“I ... I don’t wanna make you mad...” she said.
“Honey,” I said, “You couldn’t make me mad if you tried,”
She was silent again, for the longest time. I wondered what she was trying to say.
“Robert,” she said, her whisper barely audible. I strained to hear her. “I think ... I think I love you.”
My heart sang, it positively screamed. I felt water in my eyes and I squeezed them shut, squeezing the tears out of them.
I put my head next to her ear. I felt my lips touch her beautiful ear.
“I love you too, darling,” I said. Unwisely, I know. But, it was true. I loved her with a passion I’d never felt before. I wanted to melt with her. I wanted to be her, I loved her so much.
I pulled back. We looked at each other. Then, thinking the same thing at the same time, we did what people in love usually do. We kissed. Our lips gently met, and I held my breath as I kissed her. She was sweet, sweet to kiss. We broke apart, each taking a gulping breath, and pressed our mouths together again.
A minute passed. I felt her breath from her nostrils on my cheek, and I finally breathed before I passed out. Finally we pulled apart.
“What do we do now?” she asked, and I knew exactly what she meant. What she was asking. What do we do about being in love? I didn’t know, really. It got complicated really quick when I thought about it.
“Darlin’,” I finally whispered. “Let’s just get home and then we’ll worry about it. You’ll be close enough I can call you and I can borrow the truck and see you sometimes ... if you can get away...”
“Yeah, that won’t be a problem,” she said.
“Willow...” I said. I felt like I had to tell her the truth.
“Yeah?” she said.
“Darlin’...” I wanted her to know the truth, but I didn’t want to discourage her. “Darlin’, this won’t be easy ... I’m six years older than you...”
“I know,” she said. “I know, but it don’t matter, if we love each other.”
“Yeah, I know,” I said. I wondered about her, I wondered if she really did love me or if it was just puppy love. I knew how strong my love for her was already and I wondered if she was as capable of love as I was, at her tender age.
I stole a last quick kiss. “Darling,” I said, “I love you. I love you.”
She slept, laying on my lap. I’m sure the divider was uncomfortable, and she was too low for me to properly hold in my arms like I wanted, but I treasured her closeness. I watched her sleep for a while, wondering if I’d started something that would outlast this little trip. Well, she’d started it, as well as I. I’m surprised, in retrospect, that she ever had the nerve to tell me she loved me, but I’m glad she did. I don’t know if I’d have ever had the nerve to say it out loud myself.
At the next stop, when we got back on the bus we moved to the very back. Back where the bathroom would have been if the bus had a bathroom. I was glad it didn’t. There was a couple three rows ahead of us, but at the moment the bus was only about half full. We had some privacy. I’d bought some chips and candy bars at a small grocery store and we ate and giggled and talked.
It was a wonderful day, as I remember it. I was in love with a girl that thought she was in love with me, too. I felt an anticipation, for the night. For the cover of darkness. I knew we’d kiss some more, at least.
Sure enough, when darkness fell, Willow crawled right on into my lap. She faced down, laying on my body, straddling my legs with hers. Her face was right in mine, and I could smell her potato chip-flavored breath. I got a Coke from the bag and we both had a drink. It was dark in the back of the bus, blessedly dark.
She started it. I was going to let it happen that way, I was going to let her set the pace. She drifted closer and closer, and finally our lips touched. She was a good kisser. Within just two or three kisses, I felt her little tongue in my mouth. We kissed for longer and longer times. It just got sweeter and sweeter.
I said I’d let her set the pace. And I did, somewhat, but I did slide my hands further and further down her waist until they were on the belt loops of her jeans. I wanted bad to put my hands right on her butt, her sweet little butt, but I was going to go slow.
We just kissed and kissed. She finally put her face beside mine, and we whispered to each other for an hour. I told her how much I loved her, I told her when I first realized that I loved her, and how glad I was that she’d admitted it to me. I asked her if she’d ever been in love before. Not for real, she said. I told her how easy I fell in love, but that I thought this time it was for real. I wanted to ask her if hers was just puppy love but I didn’t want to offend her. I thought ... if it is, if it’s just for a bus ride, I’ll take what I can get and walk away happy. If that’s the way it is, I’ll just hope sometime in my life again to be this happy. To feel this way.
The good thing was she’d only be like twenty miles away from me when we were home. It would be easy to see her, especially easy if her people didn’t really care that I did. That was my main concern, I mean, she was just fourteen, going on fifteen. I didn’t want a bunch of pissed-off hillbillies chasing me down the mountain with shotguns. I’d have to be careful.
She told me her life story in more detail, and I loved her even more. Poor little girl, I thought. I can do better than that, I told myself. I can make her happy, if she’ll let me.
We went back to kissing. I rubbed up and down her back, feeling her bra strap, feeling her strong young back. I went lower and lower, until I was halfway down her little butt. I wanted to just grab it and squeeze.
“Robert,” she said, whispering sexily in my ear, “you can touch me. Don’t worry.”
Oh shit. That’s all the encouragement I needed. I felt like I knew what she meant. I cupped her beautiful ass in my hands, and squeezed. It was every bit as sexy as I thought it’d be. She had a beautiful little ass. Firm, and full, and just goddam sexy. She giggled and I squeezed it some more.
We went through Arkansas like that, her laying on top of me kissing me, and my hands glued to her sweet ass. At some point that night I slid my hands down the back of her jeans, and the feel of her hot firm flesh on my hands was electrifying. It just couldn’t get any sexier. But it did, she leaned up a bit, and unsnapped her jeans, and unzipped her zipper. Now there was room to move, inside her pants. I could feel her panties sliding on my knuckles.
We kissed and kissed, and I played with her ass. It was the coolest thing I’d ever done, and I felt like I was getting away with major shit. I loved her more than ever for letting me do this stuff with her.
She giggled as I crept my fingers further and further into her crack. I wondered if she felt like she was getting away with something, too. I wondered at the depth of her sexual experiences, but I didn’t want to embarrass her by asking. My sexual experience wasn’t all that great, I mean, I’d done it, by then, with one girl, and made out with a few more, but I was no Casanova. I’d never wanted a girl like I wanted Willow, though. I just thought I’d been in love, before. This time it felt right to me. I just hoped it was that strong for her.
She whispered silly shit to me and I whispered it back. She said she wanted to have my baby, and crap like that ... I laughed softly at that, and she giggled, too. I didn’t want no babies, yet. I sure wanted to do the baby-making stuff with her, though.
The bus slowed and Willow crawled off me and buttoned her jeans up. Just as the bus stopped, she leaned into me and whispered in my ear.
“Robert,” she said. “They got rubber machines in the guy’s bathroom?”
Oh shit. I was almost a bit crestfallen that she even knew what a rubber machine was. Shit. Were we going that far, this fast? I mean, I would love the shit out of it, but she was just a little girl ... shit.
“Yeah,” I said, hoping there was. I’d seen a few, on the trip so far. I hoped I had a quarter.
“I ain’t sayin’,” she said, laughing softly in my ear, “but, just in case? You know?”
“Yeah, I know,” I said. My dick was still hard, from feeling her ass. It stayed hard as I thought about maybe getting to fuck her. Where, though?
“Willow...” I said, my mind racing. “Does anyone know you’re coming? Do they know your schedule?”
“No ... I was just s’pposed to call, when the bus dropped me off in Hickory...” she said.
“If you wanna...” I said, “If you think you wanna, we could maybe rent a hotel room for a night, when we get into Hickory. Then the next day you could pretend the bus just dropped you off...”
“Yeah,” she said, nodding her head in the dim light. “Yeah, that’d be cool. Sure. Yeah.”
I wasn’t sure I could get a room, not being twenty-one yet, but I’d try. That would be too cool, if we could do that.
“When you gotta be back in school?” I asked.
“Not ‘til the twenty-first,” she replied.
Hell. That was two weeks away. We could spend maybe two days in a room. That would be cooler than shit. Two, wonderful glorious days, locked in with a girl I loved. That would be too cool.
“Let’s just see what works out,” I said, and we got off the bus. When I went into the rest room, shit, no rubber machine. We had an hour to kill, so we went and got something to eat. After that I saw a gas station nearby and I checked their bathroom. To my satisfaction they had a rubber machine, and I bought six of the damn things. You never know.
It was almost midnight when we got back on the road. Willow immediately crawled back on top of me and unsnapped her jeans. My hands dove down the back of her pants. Her sweet ass called and I answered. I fingered deeper and deeper into the crack of her ass, and finally I was rubbing her sweet little asshole. Fuck, though. It was wet.
She could feel me feeling it. She giggled, and said, “I washed, in the bathroom. I mean, I’ve been four days without a bath, so I washed, as best I could.”
Shit. That was okay. I played with her asshole for the longest time, sticking my finger in it slightly, even. She just sighed and moaned and kissed me. I crept deeper and deeper, hampered somewhat by her jeans, and finally I touched her sweet cunt. I could feel hair all around it, and I rubbed and stroked and even stuck my finger in, as far as I could. I wondered if she was still a virgin. Hell, she was only fourteen. I was almost sure she was.
“Willow,” I whispered. Surely she wouldn’t be offended if I asked. She seemed pretty easy-going, so far. “Willow, darlin’, you ever made out with a boy before?”
She giggled coyly. She wasn’t upset. “Just a little,” she said. “I ain’t never gone this far before, though.”
“You got a sweet pussy,” I told her, and she giggled some more. “I’m in love with your pussy, darlin’.”
We did that for another fifty miles. She pulled her pants lower and lower, and finally I got my finger in her to my satisfaction. I could finally get far enough to the front of her pussy that I thought I was on her clit and the way she wiggled and squirmed told me I was probably right. I rubbed and rubbed her, that sexy little bud of flesh, and to my great satisfaction she seemed to have an orgasm. I’d never seen a girl have an orgasm before, the girl I’d fucked out in California hadn’t been able to get there, either time. I’d felt bad about that, but she’d been philosophical about it. I was glad I could do this for Willow just with my finger. It was sexier than shit, to feel her squirming in my lap and moaning in my ear. I knew it had felt good.
“That was ... awesome,” she finally said, and I laughed out loud. She continued, “I want you to do that again and again.”
I planned on it. I fucking planned on it. I gave her a few minutes of rest, just holding her, and nuzzling our faces together.
“Robert,” she whispered in my ear. “You ever ... done it with a girl before?”
“Yeah...” I wanted to be honest with her, “but, it wasn’t that great ... she didn’t cum for some reason...”
“But you did, right?” she whispered.
“Yeah ... but I wanted her to...” I was still wondering how and why she knew so much about this shit. I mean, she was just a kid.
“Willow...” I finally said, “you ever done it? You seem to know a lot about it...”
She just laughed at that. “My cousin told me all about it. She’s fucked half the boys in Taylorsville county. I used to spend the night with her and we’d play truth or dare.”
That was a bit reassuring ... not that I’d care, I loved her no matter what. I’d still have loved her if she said she’d been with a dozen boys. I just loved her more, though. My sweet innocent little Willow.
By one thirty she was looking less and less innocent. She wrestled around on top of me and I couldn’t figure out what she was doing until I felt her fingers on my zipper.
“Get it out, Robert,” she whispered, sitting up to give me room. I looked around. We were all alone in the back of the bus. And everybody but us and the driver seemed to be asleep. I wondered if he could see the top of her head in his mirror and if he could tell she was laying on top of me. I wondered if he’d care. I’m sure that bus drivers saw all the shit.
I wiggled and squirmed, and finally got my pants unzipped. I just pulled my dick and balls out of the slit, and almost immediately I felt her hot little hands on my cock. Oh, shit, was that ever sexy, I just about came right then.
She giggled and snickered and fondled my cock. Damn, it felt good. It felt better than when I did it. She ran her hands down it and played with the cap. She fingered my balls, being appropriately gentle with them. Her hands felt hot and sexier than shit.
She sat up further and turned around, seemingly wanted to reassure herself that no one was close to us.
“Robert,” she said, “turn on the overhead, like you’re reading.”
I reached up and turned it on and she wiggled over, back into her seat, halfway sitting on the floor. She just examined my cock, then, close up, pulling it up and down, and looking at it good. She looked up at me and giggled, and resumed her examination. I about shot my wad when she kissed it right on the end, and then she climbed back up into her seat.
“Robert,” she said, and I leaned down to listen to her. “I don’t want you to think badly of me ... I know this is something that bad girls do ... but ... want me to put it in my mouth?”
Oh, hell yeah.
“Listen,” I said, pulling her into my arms. “Darlin’ ... nothin’ we do for love is wrong or bad. Not just bad girls do it ... almost all girls do it. If you wanna, go ahead. I’d love it. I wanna do the same for you, if I can.
“Get a blanket,” she said, and I reached up to the overhead and found one.
“Put it over me,” she said, sitting on the seat on her knees, and leaning down towards my cock. I turned off the light, and spread the blanket over her, laughing softly to myself. It just hid her, it didn’t hide what she was doing, anybody’d be able to figure that out.
I was turned on, damn, I was turned on. A sweet little girl was gonna give me a blow job. I wondered how much she knew about what she was fixing to do. I kinda halfway hoped she wouldn’t be that good at it ... I hoped this was her first. I guessed that it was, I trusted her, what she’d said earlier. I believed her.
I felt her warm wet mouth wrap around my cock, and I almost came, then and there. Jeezus, it felt good. When she sucked out to the end of it ... damn ... I was in heaven. I suppose she was good, she probably wasn’t as good as that girl in California, but hell, how hard is it to stick a guy’s dick in your mouth and suck? I know it felt like the greatest thing in the world to me. Damn, I thought. Damn. I’m getting the sweetest BJ in the world. Shit fire damn.
I wanted it to go on forever but there was no way. I felt my dick twitch and knew I was close. I pulled the blanket down and leaned down, trying to find her ear.
“Willow ... darlin’,” I said. “Are you sure about this? I’m fixin’ to cum...”
“Mmmmf,” she said, nodding her head. Okay, I thought. I covered her back up and relaxed.
I came hard. It was all I could do to keep quiet. I squirmed and sighed and held her head in my hands. Damn, it felt good. I must have squirted a gallon into her mouth, and I felt some of it running down my dick into my pants. Shit. I understood, though. I’d cum, a lot.
Finally, it was over. She sucked me for a while until I think she could tell my dick was going down. She finally sat up and leaned next to me, giggling.
“Thank you, darlin’,” I said, fervently. I really meant it. It was the best thing anybody had ever done for me.
“You’re welcome,” she said, still giggling. On impulse I leaned in and kissed her, I didn’t want her to think I was afraid of her, now that she’d blown me. I could taste my sperms on her breath and in her mouth, but I didn’t freak. I’d tasted it before, just for the hell of it. It wasn’t that bad.
We kissed for a while and she seemed to relax, finally laying in my arms across the seat. I played with her tits, at long last, and they were sweet, sweet. She had the nicest firmest sexiest boobs I’d ever been around. She did the funkiest freakiest thing, she sat up, and took her bra off, without taking her shirt off, pulling the straps through the armholes, and finally saying “ta-da,” and handing it to me. It was cool. I slid my hands beneath her t-shirt, and squeezed her soft warm tits. Her nipples were fabulous, fat and plump, just sexier than hell. I hungered to taste them. That motel room was looking better and better.
We slept, at some point that night, I’m not really sure how long. When the sun finally started coming up Willow hid beneath the blanket again, but just to sleep. I just sat there and held her, loving her.
We had breakfast, after she hid behind the seat back and put her bra back on. We stopped to let off and take more passengers. Tennessee was a long stretch, I knew. Over four hundred miles, on I-40. I had no idea how long we’d even been on the road, it was all just running together in my head. And because of Willow, I wasn’t paying that much attention to the trip.