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Motor Court Blues
Part III – Brush Your Breath (or a Really Bad Use of an Antacid Commercial)
“KP, something is bothering you.”
“No.”
Kim was staring out the passenger window of the car, watching the scenery pass by without truly watching any of it, an obvious sign that something was on her mind. Normally she would be chatting up a storm.
“KP, I’ve known you too long. You’ve got something on your mind. The looking out the window thingy, it’s a dead giveaway. Come on, Please, no secrets.”
“It’s not a secret, I was just thinking about things.”
He let that sit for a few minutes, but in the end couldn’t keep it in. “About what?”
She looked forward, watching the road as it rolled under their wheels. She still wasn’t looking directly at him, making him all that much more concerned. “Ron, I’ve noticed something when we get romantic.”
“Hey, I swear, I have no control over that!” He blushed slightly. That kind of response, at least the night before was…good. Then it hit him. Perhaps they had gone a little too far for her comfort, though it really had been her decision.
Kim returned the blush, smiling slightly.“ No, Ron, not that. It’s just…it seems like I am making all the first moves.”
He mentally let out a sigh of relief. They hadn’t crossed the final line, but there was no taking back what they did. Not really. “Er…” was all he finally got out.
“What?”
“Well, I was kind of enjoying that part KP. It felt really nice that you were getting all ‘bad girl’ for me. There’s nothing wrong there, I was really, really enjoying that part of it. I mean reaaaaally, really. Especially when you…”
“Okay, Ron, I get the picture.” Her smile came back full force. “Well, that’s a relief, but, heh…it was starting to concern me that I was getting all hot and bothered for you and you were just waiting for it to happen. I nearly lost control last night with you. If you’d have so much as…”
“Yeah, uh. Heh.” He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, staring at the road again. “Kim, it has taken every bit of my will power to stay in control, but you know what, every time I think of crossing that line something important occurs to me.”
“Uh huh?” Her eyebrow went up. This should be interesting. Very interesting.
“Well, thing is, I think about my favorite fantasy of our first time…”
“You have a fantasy about that?” She smiled at him, a bit of devilishness creeping back in.
“Hey, I’m a guy, it’s what we do. Anyway, hear this out. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. Uh, well, you know, we were waiting until we turned eighteen to make a decision about all this, but I kind of already did, if it’s okay with you. If it’s not, hey, I understand and, well, uh, Booyah anyway…
…I think of our first time as starting when I carry you across the threshold wearing a white dress. I think about how special, how incredible that moment is going to be. Then I think about how if we cross that line now, one important part of that moment will be lost forever.”
“Ron, that’s so sweet. I never thought of it that way.”
“I have to have something. The way you kiss, well, it’s almost as powerful as the Puppy-Dog-Pout. And then what we did, what you did for me…”
“Booyah.” Kim said, smiling even wider. She took his hand and crisscrossed her fingers with his, rubbing the back of his hand with her other. “I think I’m going to need something that powerful to stay in control too. I…well, I was kind of thinking some time during this trip might just be that special moment, but I don’t think anything’s going to be as special as that.” She leaned over, giving him a very long kiss on his cheek.
They sat in silence again, until a sly smile formed on her lips. Kim finally spoke after a few minutes. “What would you do if I told you I was ready?”
“Wha…” the car veered slightly and he was forced to turn his attention back to his driving
“I mean, okay, I’m ready right here and right now. What would you do?”
Ron’s eyes got big as saucers. “Wouldn’t that be kind of hard? You know, I’m having enough trouble driving right now as it is.”
Kim rolled her eyes and shook her head. “No, silly, when we find a room. We get a room and run right in and have at it.”
“Well, uh, I, uh. KP, I don’t think I’d have much choice in the matter.”
“But what about what you said you wanted?”
“One, KP, like I said, I’m a guy, it’s what we do. Two, if it’s what you wanted, what you really, really wanted, that trumps what I want.”
She chewed on that thought for a moment. Some of the words of Ron’s Rabbi and her minister filtered back to her. She was communicating and he was being honest. There was just something about that troubling her.
“Then it would be wrong.”
“Wrong? KP, I’m all about what you want.”
“Ron, first, it should be about what we want. If we make love it should be what both of us want, not just one of us. The way I said it, it would all be about me, not us.”
He glanced over at her, chancing a moment not watching the highway ahead of him. “I love you KP.”
“I love you too, Ronnie.” She squeezed his leg and left her hand there. She wanted to hold his hand but that was just a little too dangerous with his driving. She also wanted to kiss him really bad but if hand holding wasn’t in the cards kissing was totally out of the question at the moment.
“Okay, Kim, turn the tables. What if I’d said I was ready?”
“If it had been last night...” She trailed off, running a hand up his leg. Way up his leg.
“And what if I said tonight?” He said, with a bit of quaver in his voice.
“Ron, you just said one of the sweetest, most romantic, lovingest things about waiting I’ve ever heard and you are right. Waiting for our wedding night is going to make it more special than it could ever be.”
“You mean that?”
“I do.” She put her head on his shoulder.
“I mean, about last night? We could have…? Aw, man!” He started lightly pounding his forehead on the steering wheel.
“Ron, you just said all that sweet stuff about waiting.”
“Sorry, KP, I’m a guy. It’s what we do.”
Their third night away found them in the care of another tiny motel, though they had the good fortune of finding a room with a queen sized bed. It was rather ironic they held each other so close as they slept that night, being so exhausted, that they would have been comfortable in a bed half the size.
Ron and Kim were discovering something neither had expected about vacation. While it might have been restful for the mind, it was most definitely not for the body. They spent some time tenderly kissing before curling up for sleep, though somehow they found it just as satisfying as their more adventurous make-out session of the previous night. Well, almost. It seemed kind of a waste having the larger bed, but tired was tired and sleep was more important than a little fooling around that night. There would be other places, other times to catch up on that.
On their third morning together they woke up at the same time. They smiled at each other and embraced even tighter, their bodies pressed together, only the thin material of their sleepwear separating their warm bodies. Ron ran his fingers through her sleep tangled hair, leaning in for a kiss…
…both their eyes snapped open.
“Uh, morning.” They said in unison, covering their mouths and throwing the bed sheets off, making a mad dash for the bathroom. Ron reached the door first but Kim was headed for the sink anyway, to take care of one of the two barriers to early morning affection. In moments she was scrubbing her teeth over the sink, brushing way the dreaded ‘bed-breath!’
The second barrier was what Ron was taking care of. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!” drowned out the other sounds that seemed to be going on for an unusually long time. Finally, after a short encore, he muttered in a deliberately stilted voice. “How do you spell relief? I only need ONE letter!”
“Three letters, Ron! T.M.I.”
“Sorry, KP.” He said as he opened the door, still laughing. “It’s all ready for you.”
“Oh, please tell me the seat wasn’t down just then.”
“Nope! I put it down for you once I was done. I know better than to leave it down the whole time. You cannot imagine the horror if the seat gets left down by Dad or me. Then too, if you don’t put it back down afterwards, you’d learn a whole new side to Mom!”
“No! Here I thought it was genetically impossible for me to be trained that way!”
“First you have to understand the unfathomabilities…”
“Pretty sure that’s not a word.” She stated flatly.
“…of the power of Mom. Then again, the training does get reinforced from time to time.”
“When you forget?”
“When Dad forgets. He’s a little more resistant to ‘the power of Mom!’ Now are you gonna use that or should I start the water? The wet, flowing water, gurgling down the dra…”
She shut the door in his face. “For that, Stoppable, I’m not going to kiss you after you brush your teeth.”
“Aw, man!” He wet the brush and squeezed on some paste. “Like you can live without your morning dose of Ron-shine!” He stuck it in his mouth and began enthusiastically scrubbing, just in time to hear Kim moan from inside the bathroom.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!”
He almost choked on his toothpaste.
Still, once she came out, the almost didn’t make check-out in time.
When Ron saw the room they rented, he started suggesting they spend two nights there.
The bed was king sized and while it was still stiff like any other motel bed, there was plenty of room for both of them.
The bed itself wasn’t the best part about the room. Right outside the bathroom was a two seat Jacuzzi. Much as they wanted to hit the shops and explore the town, that thing called to them with a voice that could not be denied. It was also finally the chance Kim had been looking for to wear her white bikini once more. One trip to Lake Middleton had proven it to have qualities similar to a white t-shirt when it got wet and while Ron appreciated that quite a lot, so would any other males in the vicinity.
Ron had to wonder why use the suits at all, considering the hot tub was completely private, but she was adamant. The hot, bubbly water was stimulating enough without the distraction of being naked in there together if they stood any chance of keeping the promise they made together, though they did manage to keep it while taking a shower together later that night.
The town was fun, the food was good and the room was great. The most def would be back there some day, only to stay for at least several nights instead of one. That was the drawback of a ‘sampler’ type vacation, though Kim almost did give in and stay another night. In the end, they took the long winding ‘Foothills Parkway’ out to the interstate the next morning and headed on.
They weren’t on the road very long with Ron’s Kimmunicator sprang to life.
NA-Na-na, na-na na, na nana na!
Kim almost lost her grip on the wheel. “Ron, tell me you didn’t change the ring tone on your Kimmunicator to the Naked Mole Rap!”
“It’s just for when it’s in cell-phone mode. Mission calls still have the old one.”
Kim just rolled her eyes as he answered the call.
“Yeah! Neil, my man! Yeah, I remember. Uh huh, okay, uh, hold on.”
He held his hand over the voice pickup. “Hey, KP, you remember Neil Argus don’t you?”
“Sure.”
“He’s on the phone, wants to know if we’d like to come stay at his beach house in Georgia for a couple days.”
“Spankin! Find out how to get there!”
“She thinks it’s a great idea. Yeah. Uh, let’s see, we’re on I-40 headed East. No, we’re past Knoxville already. We just left Gatlinburg…”
“We just crossed into North Carolina.” Kim added from the wheel.
“Yeah. Okay, right. Yeah, I’m writing it down. Badical man! We should be there later today!”
“So?”
“So, we’re going to some place called Tybee Island.”
“And, how exactly do we get there?”
“Well, he said stay on 40 until we get to Asheville, then to take I-26 like we’re going to Charleston, then take I-95 south toward Savannah…
Kim smiled broadly. A beach, a little beach cottage, nothing to pay but for food. That was indeed spankin’.