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   Synopsis : A soldier returning home via a cross-country bus ride meets
and falls in love with a young girl traveling alone.

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repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals,
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author.  This is a work of fiction.  The author does not condone any sexual
activity among persons under 16 in real life.

   These are just words, people.  Just words.  If you have a problem with
words see a competent shrink or an English teacher.  Some of this happened,
some of it didn't.



   --==+==-

   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...  then 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 and 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 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 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 is, even I ain'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.

   The day passed, lazily.  The bus was too full for us to play around when
the sun was up.  I was anxious for night.  We just talked mostly, and I
held her.  She was soft and warm in my arms.

   When night fell, the wicked Willow came out to play.  She had my dick
out almost immediately, and she sucked on it for a while.  I was better at
holding back, this time, and what she whispered in my ear got my attention.

   "After everybody goes to sleep, let's try it," were her exact words.  I
knew what "it" she was talking about.  Fucking.

   She lay on me and I buried my hands in her ass, playing with her
asshole. Her asshole turned me on insanely.  It was a sweet little puckered
thing, and I couldn't keep my hands off it.  I stuck my finger deeper and
deeper into it, and she squirmed like a worm on a hook.  I knew she liked
it, too.

   She took her bra off again, and I played with her tits again.  She had
fine breasts, not overly large, but well proportioned for her size.  They
fit my hands just perfectly.  I squeezed and rubbed them, and after it got
good and dark she finally pulled her shirt up around her neck and I got my
first taste of them.  They were sweet and suckable.

   Finally, about two am or so, she had enough playing around.  She sat in
her seat, and slowly, quietly pulled her jeans down her legs.  Her panties
followed.  We were both barely breathing, we were so afraid of making
noise. The bus was quiet except for some guy snoring.  The bus driver was
sixty feet away, and I didn't figure he cared, anyway.  We weren't gonna
make a fuss, just do a little fucking.  We weren't gonna bother anybody.

   I got a rubber out, and tore it open.  She took it and in the darkness
she fumbled it over my dick.  My rock-hard dick.  She crawled up into my
lap, and wiggled around a little bit, getting herself situated.  She had to
put her legs, bent at the knees, right up under my arms for this to work. I
felt her hand on my dick as she guided it to her pussy, and and last I felt
her pussy touch the cap of my cock.  She slowly lowered herself, bouncing
up and down slightly, onto my hard cock.  Damn, it felt good, better than
anything had ever felt before.  She was tight, was she ever tight.  She
almost turned my dick inside out, she was so tight.  I hoped it felt as
good for her as it did me.  She was being very quiet, at least.

   She did give a tiny moan, when I was finally in her all the way.  She
slapped her hand across her mouth and giggled, and I giggled too.  We just
sat there for a while, my cock in her cunt, and let the motion of the bus
stimulate us.  She finally started pumping up and down, further and
further, and it got more and more intense.  I strained to hear any sound we
might be making, but the ambient noise of the bus seemed to pretty much
hide everything.  I knew there were folks two rows ahead of us, and I hoped
they were sleeping.  I didn't figure her head was high enough for the
driver to see over the seat backs, and I hoped the darkness was enough to
hide us, if it was.

   We fucked for twenty or thirty miles, I guess, and it was the sexiest
thing I'd ever done in my life.  I know she came at least once, I could
feel it in her body, my arms were on her hips, and I could just feel it. 
She was quiet, at least.  I hope she came more than once.  I was surprised
that she came so easily, I kept remembering that poor girl I'd fucked who
couldn't seem to cum.

   I finally just couldn't hold it back any more, and I came like mad.  I
made more noise than she'd made just from my sighs and exhalations.  She
giggled and I finally slowed her down with my hands.  It almost hurt, I
came so hard.  It felt weird to cum sitting down, but it was good.  I was
glad of the rubber, it helped with the mess at least.  She finally pulled
off me and sat in her seat and I took the rubber off, tied it in a knot,
and tossed it way back underneath the seats for some poor janitor to find.
We both giggled like we'd gotten away with big shit.

   "Willow, hon..." I said, "was it good for you?"

   I could see her nod in the darkness.  She pressed her lips to mine.  I
knew that she'd enjoyed it, and I was glad.  A girl's first time should be
enjoyable and she should get to cum.  I wondered if it had hurt her, to pop
her cherry, and I asked her.

   "No..." she whispered, "I didn't notice it, if it did.  It just felt
good..."

   "Yeah," I said, "it felt good for me, too."

   "I'm not a virgin any more," she said, and we both giggled again.  Shit,
I thought, if sixteen'll get you twenty, fourteen'll get you forty, at
least.  I wasn't too worried about it, though.

   I finally got my dick stowed away, and she got her panties and pants
back on.  We settled down and tried to get some sleep.



   --==+==-

   The next day breezed by.  We just sat mostly, her as far as in my lap as
she could get.  I wondered if the other people on the bus had noticed we
were a couple now.  Well, for all they knew we were a couple when we got on
the bus.  Everybody pretty much minded their own business, at least.

   We had dinner in Knoxville, that evening.  Tomorrow night we'd be in
Hickory.  I was getting more and more eager for a night in a real bed,
especially with her.  Sleeping sitting up for four nights sucked.

   We talked.  I grilled her a little about her folks, well, mostly her
dad, I wanted to make sure he had no idea when she'd be getting into town.
She was supposed to have called him a few nights ago, and she wanted to
call him while it was long distance, not a local call, so he'd think she
was still out of town.  When the bus stopped for dinner, I got a handful of
quarters and we found a phone.  It took forever to do the call, I think she
had trouble understanding the operator, but finally her dad answered the
phone.  She mumbled to him for a few minutes, while I fed the phone
quarters.  She finally hung up and I asked her how it'd gone.

   "Oh, okay, I guess.  I told him we were almost to Oklahoma." she said,
and that was it.  I figured we'd have my two days and nights, if we
actually got in tomorrow night.  Hooray.

   We talked about everything.  We even talked about ourselves, our future.
That quick, she talked like she'd be with me the rest of my life.  I guess
she thought that.  I was all for it, if it happened that way.  I wondered
if she'd still love me, when she got older.  I knew or rather I hoped that
I'd still get to see her as she grew up.  I hoped she'd still love me.  I
knew I'd love her forever, if she'd let me.

   We fucked again that night, twice.  Once just a little after midnight,
we felt safe because there was no one for like four rows ahead of us. 
Probably about four in the morning we did it again, more energetically,
even.  She sat in my lap, facing forward like I was, and I pounded her
sweet cunt, or rather she pounded it, all I could do was sit there.  I got
more and more anxious to get her in a motel room.  It was gonna rock, I
knew.

   We did manage to get a little sleep that night and finally we were on
the home stretch.  We spent the day just talking again, what the hell else
can you do on a bus?  It was wonderful to be in the mountains again, I
really felt like I was coming home.  And to come home with her beside me...
I almost felt high.

   We pulled into Hickory about eight that night.  The sun was almost down,
and we claimed our luggage and walked down the strip.  We had dinner, and I
left Willow at the diner while I tried to rent a room.  HoJo turned me
down, even when I played the veteran's card, but there was a new Motel 6 in
town, and they liked the color of my money.  I got the key, and hurried
back and got Willow.

   There followed two of the most pleasurably intense days in my life,
before and after.  The first thing we did was strip and jump in the tub. 
Sweet Jeezus, try that someday, go five days without a bath or shower, and
have sex a few times in the middle of it.  I'm sure I reeked.  She still
smelled sweet to me.  We soaked for an hour with her on top of me, and let
the water get within an inch of the top of the tub.  I held my foot over
the overflow drain.

   We were clean but still wet and I carried her out of the bathroom and
lay her down on one of the double beds.  I crouched on the floor, and did
the thing I wanted more than anything in the world, more than even fucking
her.

   Her pussy was the most wonderful thing in the world to me.  I spread her
little lips apart, and touched my tongue to her sweet clit.  She moaned and
wiggled.  We didn't have to worry about noises, now.  I licked her clit
unmercifully, and she came like crazy.  I even licked her asshole, her
wonderful sweet little asshole.  Again and again.  She was almost exhausted
when I finally crawled up on top of her and began to fuck.

   Her tits were just too cool.  Nice little hand-sized boobies, with a fat
puffy nipple on top.  Just too cool.  I licked and sucked and nibbled those
puppies and she just squirmed like mad beneath me.

   We slept like logs and woke up before the sun came up and fucked again.
I fucked her, slowly and gently, for the longest time, and she let it build
up and build up and then finally she came, like a volcano or a tidal wave
or something.  I'm sure our neighbors, if they were awake, could hear that
one.  For a little girl, she could cum.  She could make it worth her time.

   We just lay there and held each other, for the longest time.  Finally we
got out and had breakfast, and hunted a gas station to buy more rubbers. 
That done, we just simply went back to the room, and fucked again.  She
seemed as mad for fucking as I was by now, she really knew how to let
herself go and enjoy it, which surprised me, as young as she was.  But, she
knew how to have a good time.

   Those two days raced by, all too fast.  Finally, there was nothing left
to do but hunt up a pay phone so she could call her dad to come and get
her. After the call we just stood there and I hugged her.  I savored her
last few kisses.

   An hour later I watched from a distance as she threw her suitcase into
the back of a battered old pickup.  She climbed in, giving me a small wave,
and she was gone.  I had her number memorized by then.  I hoped to get to
see her next weekend.  Thank god it wasn't long distance to Hiddenite.

   That was it.  I grabbed my stuff and headed out to 321.  Even if nobody
stopped and gave me a ride I'd make it home by nightfall.  I wasn't that
worried.  It gave me time to think.  All I could think of, of course, was
her.  I hoped for the best for her.  Whether or not I was part of her
future, I hoped for the best for her.



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