P-Nut

In all the excitement during our dinner, I failed to ask Smudge if she wanted to take the trip to Kansas. Her explanation of the problems she’d had in the past pissed me off to no end, and dismissing my thoughts didn’t come easily.

For someone to have enough interest in a woman to ask her on a date, and then later cast her aside because of something that was well beyond her control confirmed how shallow mankind could be.

I tossed and turned in bed for over an hour. Leaving things undone had never set well with me. Until I resolved the issue, I’d never sleep. So, I walked to her bedroom door, and knocked lightly.

“Come in,” she responded on the second knock.

Her immediate response let me know she was sleeping no better than I was. I pushed the door open. “I wasn’t sleeping too well.”

She rolled onto her side. “Why not?”

“I was thinking when I should have been sleeping.”

“What about?”

“People being shitheads.”

“Anyone in specific?”

I shook my head. There was no value in me reminding her that the men who had dismissed her were fucktards, so I didn’t bother.

“No,” I said. “There’s some other stuff, too.”

Bringing the covers with her as she did so, she sat up. “You can come in.”

Dressed in my cut-off sweats and a wife beater, I felt a little uncomfortable being in her room.

My belief that Smudge was off limits had almost completely vanished. I had always known she was physically attractive, but learning that she was not gay and that she did not judge me for who I was smashed the last of my resistance. I never would have guessed I’d see her any differently than I always had. There I stood, however, looking at her with wanting eyes.

What troubled me was knowing she wouldn’t be my typical one and done relationship.

“Maybe for a minute,” I said.

I stepped inside the room and sat down on the floor.

She peered over the edge of the bed and let out a laugh. “You can sit up here if you want.”

“I’m good right here.”

She released her covers and bunched them around her waist. The thin tee shirt she wore did nothing to hide her erect nipples.

Jesus.

“Okay.” She let out a sigh. “You sit there, and I’ll sit here.”

I looked away. “Probably best for us both.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means what it means.”

“You’re tough to figure out sometimes,” she said.

“If that’s the case, everything’s the way I want it, then.”

“Suit yourself. I’ll figure you out one of these days.”

I shifted my eyes to her. “Good luck.”

She folded her arms over hear chest. It was a good thing, because it allowed me to look at her while I spoke without fear of my cock embarrassing us both.

“I was thinking,” I said. “About taking a road trip.”

“To where?”

“Kansas.”

She lowered her arms and arched her back. “Really?”

I looked away. “Yeah. Really.”

“To find my cousin?”

I looked at her. “Yep.”

Her nipples commanded my attention for a split-second, but I quickly tore my eyes from them and met her gaze. “I was wondering if you’d want to go.”

“I don’t know if my car will do too well on a trip that long. But we could rent a car or something.”

I coughed out a laugh. “I only travel two ways, and they both start with an ‘H’. A Harley or a hearse.”

“You’re going to ride all the way to Kansas?”

“That’s my plan.”

She tossed the covers and leaped off the edge of the bed. Her bouncing tits and bare legs caused me to look away.

My eyes shot to the far wall. “Put on some clothes.”

She giggled. “You put on some clothes.”

“It’s tough looking at you when you’re dressed like that.”

“I’ve got news for you, mister. It’s tough looking at you all the time. I’ve been looking at you for years, and not one minute of it’s been easy.”

Hearing that she’d had interest in me for years made me feel that I had some catching up to do. I shifted my eyes toward her voice.

She loomed over me with her lips pursed. Her hair was down, her legs were bare, and her nipples were pitching two small tents in the fabric of her paper-thin shirt.

I stood and crossed my arms. “You want to go or not?”

“On the back of your bike?”

“We’re sure as fuck not going in a hearse.”

She crossed her arms mockingly. “Yes. I’d love to.”

“It’s a lot of ass time.”

She grinned. “I’ve got a lot of ass. I’ll be fine.”

“Two days to get there, two days to get back. Figure seven days to be safe. If it goes well, we’ll be back right in time for your birthday. Can you get off work?”

“I think so,” she said with a nod.

“Let’s plan on it,” I said. “It’ll be fun.”

She glanced at my crotch and then looked up. Her mouth curled into a smirk. “I can’t wait.”

I looked down.

Shit.

“Sorry, that happens sometimes.”

“I’d go crazy if I had one of those things.” She chuckled. “Does it just happen randomly?”

“No. Just around sexy bitches.”

She cocked her hip playfully. “I’m a sexy bitch?”

I looked her up one side and down the other. It was painfully obvious she was wearing nothing more that panties and a tee shirt.

She was as sexy of a woman as I had ever seen.

“You sure as fuck are.” I took another look at her and shook my head. “I should get to bed.”

“Probably best for us both,” she said with a laugh.

“What’s that mean?”

She glanced at my crotch and then met my gaze. She cocked her head playfully, flipping her hair to the side as she did. “It means what it means.”

I liked the attitude that she had grown comfortable throwing my way. It seemed she’d gained confidence in who she was, and it was as attractive as her smoking hot body, if not more.

I took one last look and then turned toward the door. “See you in the morning, Smudge.”

“See you tomorrow, you sexy M-Fer,” she said under her breath.

As I walked away, my mouth curled into a smile. It was the first time I’d heard her say anything close to a cuss word, and I liked that she was coming out of her shell. Who I thought she was and who she was becoming were two totally different people.

And the latter was going to be impossible for me to make a celibate 3,000-mile trip with.