It Happened in Vegas

Chapter V

It'd been 3 hours, Elise was still laying in the bed, naked. That queen-sized bed that she and Dalia had shared for the first time. It was better than she'd imagined and she'd definitely imagined.
Most of the time it was when Dalia was working out or training her in mixed martial arts. Anytime Dalia touched her in certain places it would send shocks straight to her core, or when she would occasionally have her pinned against the wall during practices. Elise had to fight her desire; there was always someone or something keeping her from making that first move.

Elise had woken up and noticed that Dalia had taken the wheel and continued driving. The RV was silent neither of them had said a single word to the other, although the silence was comfortable, the Nevada heat was not and Dalia decided to drive in a tank top.

While Dalia drove, Elise admired the results of all the time Dalia spent at the gym. With every turn of the steering wheel her forearm flexed, as well as the muscles on her shoulder that flexed everytime she'd wipe sweat off of her forehead. Fuck... that forearm and that Phoenix. Seeing her forearm flex beneath the art on Dalia's skin had Elise recapturing some of the sensations from hours before. The memories coming back in a rush had Elise's head spinning and she was aching for her. She is so talented with her hands, I wonder what she could do with her mouth... Elise thought as she imagined the many many ways that she wanted Dalia inside of her.

Elise's thought was disrupted when her phone chimed repeatedly in the cupholder. Dalia glanced in its direction briefly, and then looked back at the road. Elise wrapped the disheveled sheet around her shoulders and stood up. She took the short trip to the front seat very quietly.

"Hey, D." She said, grabbing her phone and trying for normalcy. Dalia replied with a quick head nod, fighting to keep the color in her cheeks natural. Elise accepted that and checked her messages, they were from Arson and one from Cyrus.

From Arson:

"Hey, the reception sux out here, been tryna hyu for hours."

From Arson:

"JUST SEEN A CIOTY...

KIOTE

however, you spell it. Be careful!"

From Arson:

"Wyd, why you take so long to respnd?"

From Cyrus:

"Bitch, this drive is longer than my dick, I can't handle this fuckery, I'm bored. And if Arson doesn't stop playing country music, I'm gone beat his narrow Blasian ass. "

Elise shook her head and laughed at Cyrus' message. She sent her response to Cyrus first, then her boyfriend.

To Cyrus:

"I'm sure you can find a way to put up with it. Here's a hint. Nap, bitch. 😂"

To Arson:

"Why are you 28 years old and you still can't spell the word COYOTE? And like you said, the reception sucks, we are about 4 or 5 hours away, we stopped to nap. I'll call you when I get to the Hotel."

She turned her phone off and plugged it into the charger.

Dalia saw her from the corner of her eye. "Who was that? Cyrus complaining ass, no doubt. " She guessed, moving over to let a diesel truck come down the fast lane.

"You pegged it. It was him and Arson's illiterate ass. They're both hella irritating. I'm not sure which is more so." Elise laughed.

"Oh, definitely Cyrus." They replied in unison.

"We are about 2 and a half hours away. We got lucky that there wasn't much traffic headed this way. And I already stopped at the gas station while you were asleep so no need to stop. Smooth sailing from here." Dalia announced, ready to get the drive over and be able to stretch her legs.

Elise was a bit disappointed that their time together was almost over, she also didn't know how to look at Dalia the same anymore. Or Arson for that matter.

Arson had cheated on her before, twice that she knew of. She didn't know how to tell him or if she should or --

"Girl, are you even listening to me?" Dalia asked interrupting Elise's thought process. "No, not really, honestly." She answered. Dalia rolled her eyes and repeated herself, "I said... when we get there, we can have dinner with the boys and then we can go out clubbing if you want. Maybe hit the casino, count some cards, make some money." Elise nodded then stopped short. "Wait... Isn't counting cards cheating?" She asked, hoping that Dalia wouldn't catch the irony of that question.

"No," Delia responded. "It's called strategy."

They both laughed. "Okay, sounds like a plan. In the meantime, I'm gonna get dressed." Elise dropped her sheet purposely, hoping to entice Dalia to pull over again and get back into the bedroom of the RV. Dalia tried to ignore the distractingly naked and beautiful woman that was climbing out of the front seat, which proved difficult. She adjusted her middle rearview mirror and watched her as she dressed, stealing small glances in between watching the road.

Curly, golden-brown hair cascaded down her bareback, and her hourglass body was being bathed in the light of the setting sun. She looked like a Goddess. Her full breasts rose higher as she stretched and reached around to clasp her bra. Dalia made it very obvious that she was staring at Elise, and Elise made it very obvious that she knew about it, and pretty much hoped for it. While Dalia was enjoying the show, she knew that she had to be careful driving through the mountains. So she kept her eyes on the road ahead of her.

Moments later Elise poked her head into the front seat and kissed Dalia on the corner of her mouth. "Here, I grabbed your cough drops off the side of the bed. I know they're your drug." Elise handed Dalia her lozenges. "Thanks, El." She popped one in her mouth and put the rest in the glove compartment. Elise watched Dalia's mouth move, picturing the red cough drop dancing around her mouth.

They stayed quiet for about an hour soaking in the silhouette of mountains listening to music and watching for the telltale lights of Las Vegas.