The next two days are an endless blur of gas stations, convenience stores, and bad cheap food. My guts are not agreeing with all the processed shit I've been forcing down my gullet. We both stink, we tried to wash in the disgusting washrooms at the gas stations, but you can only do so much. Unfortunately, when she packed for us, she forgot hygiene products. I'm exhausted from not sleeping well; sleeping in a car will do that to a person. Kensley has only slept when she pulls over for no longer than an hour at a time. I don't even think she's been sleeping, just resting.
Day three since our scary wake-up call on the side of the road, we find ourselves pulling off the main highway. She parks on a dirt road in front of a farmer's field. There're no houses or buildings around, not even animals.
"What are we doing here?" I ask as we climb out of the car.
She pulls her gun out from her pants and checks the ammo. I gasp, taking a step back from her. She sharply looks up at me. "Ellie, don't be scared."
I gulp. I'm not scared of the gun; I'm scared she's going to put me out of my misery.
"I want to show you how to handle a gun and shoot it." She gestures for me to follow her into the field. It takes me a few seconds for my feet to finally move and follow her. She turns to me and holds the gun in the palm of her hand. "I have the safety on. Pick it up by the handle and keep your finger away from the trigger."
I reach out a shaky hand and pick it up. It feels so foreign in my hands. She stands behind me and places my hands in the correct position to hold it, then she guides my arms up to point the gun out into the field. She shows me where the safety is, I click it and suddenly I'm live with a fully loaded killing machine nestled between my small, delicate hands.
"Now, first rule, don't ever aim at anyone unless you intend on killing them." I nod. "Place your finger over the trigger and slowly squeeze but keep a firm grip with your hands. There'll be a kick back but not much."
I nod again as I keep my eyes trained on the field before me. I take a breath, blow it out, and squeeze the trigger. A shot is fired and the gun kicks back in my hands. I instantly drop it to the ground yelping in fright as I jump backwards. I quickly look up at Kensley; I'm probably white as a ghost. She's trying to contain her laughter with her hand over her mouth. "That's not funny!"
She bursts out laughing and bends over placing her palms on her knees. I stomp over and push her as hard as I can. Surprisingly, she stumbles then falls to the ground still laughing like a lunatic. I jump on top of her and tickle her everywhere silencing her loud joyous wails to the point where she can't breathe anymore. I roll off and lay beside her in the long grass and watch her come back down to earth. She rolls her head to look at me then wipes the tears from her eyes with the biggest, brightest smile I have ever seen. Her whole face is lit up, radiating, and her pale green eyes seems like they're glowing. There's no way I'm going to pass up a chance to kiss this beautiful woman in this moment and that's exactly what I do. I wrap my hand around her head, pull her closer and plant a firm kiss right on her lips. She moans into it and opens her mouth, inviting me inside with my tongue. She rolls on top of me as we make out, then we start pulling on each other's clothes. Before I know it, her fingers are deep inside me, thrusting wildly. It doesn't take long for me to climax. Her black silky hair blankets my face when I press my nose in it to scream out my release.
"Oohhh, Kens, you are amazing."
She kisses me again then scoots down my body and nuzzles her face between my breasts, moaning sweetly into them. I giggle when she kisses them then she starts tugging on my bra with her teeth. She moves her way down south when I realize what she's aiming to do. "Whoa, there stud," I say and take a handful of her hair to stop her advancing any farther. I beckon her with my finger to come back up to me, she smiles and crawls back up. "I wanna eat your pussy."
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Walk the Line For You
RomanceEllie was raised as a pampered princess by her more often than not absent father. Not having any discipline or structure in her life, Ellie found herself repeating grade 12 at the age of 19. Thinking her life was a dull dud and having no choice but...