Message-ID: <12545eli$9806281230@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/12545.txt> From: tikij@hotmail.com Subject: My Life-In a Nutshell, Ch. 8 (severe weather, no sex) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <6n26cn$q5j$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Hey all- Here's chapter 8 of Nutshell -- I believe there will only be one more chapter of this story, as I think it has pretty much run it's course. Look for chapter nine - the final chapter next week (hopefully). As always, comments are appreciated. Let me know what you think of the story -- who knows, if I get enough positive input, I might not end the story here. Also, if you've missed the first seven chapters of the story, you can find them here: http://asstr.ml.org under the authors' link. or, you can use dejanews. Note about this particular chapter: there's no sex here, just some severe thunderstorms and suggestive situations. (PG-13?) On with the story Tiki ************************************************************************ CHAPTER EIGHT - THE MONEY SHOT I stood in the middle of the two-lane highway. In the distance, a massive black storm cloud loomed. I could feel the thunder course through my bones. Lightning flashed above, traveling from cloud to cloud. Looking directly above, I saw only blue sky and sunshine. That would change quickly. Extending the legs on the tripod, I set up the videocamera and began to record. Devon walked up along side me. "Hail in Manhattan," he said. "They’ve got a severe thunderstorm warning for Riley county and a bunch of others." "Tornadoes?" "Not yet. The radio said to stay tuned for further updates. Sounds like it could happen though." "It’s only 12:30. We’ve got plenty of time." A car passed, driving on the shoulder to avoid us. "Maybe we should move," I said, lifting the tripod. The storm continued to spread out before us. I felt a raindrop on my forehead. Clouds now obscured the sky above us. Another raindrop. "Shit. Let’s get in the truck," I said, lifting the camera once again. From the front seat of the Bronco, the cell phone rang. "Hello?" Devon answered. "Just a sec," he passed me the phone as I settled into the driver’s seat. "Serena." "Hello?" "Hi honey. Guess what?" "What?" "I’m coming to see you." "Really? How are you going to do that?" "Dana works for Delta Airlines. She gave me a buddy pass so I can fly out there for like 25 bucks." "Cool. When are you coming?" "That’s why I called. You’re heading back on Friday, right?" "Yeah." "So I’ll fly out tomorrow, then ride back with you. How does that sound?" "Sounds great. When should I pick you up?" "Don’t know yet. I have to fly standby, so I’ll call you from the airport." "Sounds good." "Okay? I’m gonna go now. Love you." "Love you, too." I handed the phone back to Devon. "She’s coming to tag along." "Cool," he said with a smile. "Guess that limits any chances of me mackin’ on Mia." ****** "So why are you taking summer classes?" I asked Mia, after taking a swig of my Sam Adams. "‘Cause I need to graduate," she said with mock exasperation in her voice. "You started school the same time I did. What’s the problem?" I gave her an elbow to her rib. "I guess I’m just a slacker." Devon snickered. Just then, the waitress arrived with a massive plate of nachos and three plates. She set the nachos in the middle of the table, then distributed the plates to each of us. Devon hungrily dug in. Mia pushed my arm aside and grabbed the cheese-laden chip I had my eye on. "Hey!" Outside the bar, the rain continued. ****** "I think she just wanted to play with one of those ‘in-flight phones.’" I said as we sped north on I-435 west of Kansas City. "She says, ‘I’m on my way, come pick me up.’" Devon chuckled. "What time does she arrive?" "10:45. She must have gotten the first flight out. I can’t believe I have to race her to the airport. She must have thought we were at your house." "Probably closer this way," joked Devon. "It’s almost an hour from the airport to my house." "That’s right. I had forgotten about that. Damn, this city is huge." Twenty minutes later, the Bronco skidded to a stop in front of the terminal. "Driver must remain in vehicle," I read off a sign. "Stay here, I’ll go get her," I said as I jumped out of the truck. ****** Devon’s hide-a-bed squeaked as Serena rolled onto her back. "Not much privacy on this bed, is there?" she said, looking at me. "I haven’t needed any till now." "You still don’t need any." "What, no built up hornyness?" "I’ll save it," she said with a grin. She rolled over and rubbed her butt against my crotch. "I missed you," I said. ****** Generic jazz music played from the TV as the Weather Channel showed the local forecast. "What’s the plan?" asked Devon from the kitchen. "Omaha and eastern Nebraska. They’re forecasting 2-4 inches of rain and severe storms for today and more good stuff tomorrow. We can get a room up there, stay for a couple of days, then come back here to drop you off." "Sounds good." ****** "Holy shit!" Devon yelled. "Is it?" I screamed. "Oh yeah, baby, oh yeah!" We high-fived and I began to jump up and down excitedly. Serena stood next to the Bronco, looking nervous. I ran over to her and picked her up. "This is what we’ve been waiting for!" I yelled as I spun Serena around. I put her down then handed her the keys. "Could you do me a favor?" In the distance, at the crest of a hill, a funnel cloud hung from the storm mass. Seemingly taunting us, it refused to drop lower as it moved slightly to the east. Serena positioned the truck so that it faced the blue Nebraska sky. She walked up behind me. "Did you leave it running?" "Yeah," she whispered in my ear. "Should I be worried yet?" Just then, a cloud of dust began to form below the funnel. "Touchdown," yelled Devon, raising his hands in the air. The debris moved upward until a thin column of black extended from the cloud to the ground. We all stood in awed silence as the tornado moved left to right. I ran to the back of the Bronco and grabbed my camera out of the back. I snapped a couple of pictures. "Uh, Cal, I think it’s time to go." Devon had zoomed in on the tornado. "it’s definitely moving toward us." "Dear," I said, turning toward Serena, "go put the truck in gear and get ready to go. Dev and I will get in the back and I’ll give you the signal." "But…" "Please, go." Devon removed the videocamera from the tripod and began to back toward the Bronco. I grabbed the tripod, threw it in the back, and took the camera from him. Devon climbed in the back and took the camera from me as I followed. I stumbled over the truck box and opened the door that separates the cab from the back and gave Serena the signal. "Go! Go! Go!" Serena complied happily, flooring the gas. Dust flew behind the Bronco as Serena accelerated down the rural highway. "You gotta go, baby. You’re really gonna have to go." The Bronco rocketed down the highway at 90 miles an hour while Devon continued to film. The tornado continued to loom behind us, not seeming to fall back. Turning to the front of the truck, I glanced over the cab, looking for shelter. About a mile up the road, I spotted a freeway. "Serena," I yelled, leaning into the cab, "see the freeway?" "Yeah." "Stop right before we cross the bridge. We can go underneath if we have to." "Okay," she said, beginning to slow slightly. No sooner had the Bronco skidded to a stop in the middle of the highway had Serena jumped from the driver’s seat and began to scamper down the embankment toward the protection of the overpass. I began to snap photos, glad that I had wrapped our equipment in ziplock bags earlier in the day. Rain and an occasional hailstone pelted my shoulders as I stood in the back of the Bronco. The tornado, passing over rain-soaked fields, had stopped picking up dry dirt and dust and was now fading to a smoky-gray color. A bolt of lightning lit up the black sky that framed the twister. It was now obviously traveling away from us. "Yeah!" I turned to see Devon dancing crazily in the middle of the highway, the videocamera once again set up on the tripod. "Woo-hoo!" I grinned broadly. The rain soaked me seemingly to the bone. Small hailstones continued to patter on my forehead. I didn’t care. Serena reappeared, standing next to the truck beside me. The tornado, now far in the distance, was lit up by the sun, which was peeking below the western-most clouds of the storm. I took several photos of the tornado, now an eerie shade of orange, before it tore through a tree row, then began to recede into the sky. Devon had danced his way toward the truck, then staggered backwards. "Wow," he said, staring at Serena. Her shirt, soaked by the rain, showed clearly she wore no bra. "Cut it out," said Serena, bending over to pick up a handful of hailstones. "Pervert," she said, flinging the ice toward Devon. He ran crazily away, down the embankment, then falling in a giggling heap in the roadside ditch. I hopped over the side of the truck and hugged Serena tight. "Have fun?" "My day is nearly complete," she said, smiling at me. I swung Serena around and she spun under my raised hand. We danced in the middle of the road as Devon walked to the truck to get the cell phone. "Guys?" Devon called out from the other side of the truck. Serena had pushed me down into the long grass of the road side and was now engaging me in a fierce game of tonsil hockey. Devon’s head appeared just above Serena’s. "I’ve got someone who wants this," he said, waving a videotape in the air. ****** We staggered into the bar, still damp from the day’s earlier events. Serena wore my purple Rockies jersey, I had a grass-stained Hawaiian print shirt, and Devon’s Hard Rock Café t-shirt was mostly covered with mud stains. I guess you could say we looked like we’d been through a major storm. "Come, on the news starts in five minutes," Devon said to the bartender. "All I ask for is ten minutes. Just till they show the tornado." Serena and I plopped into a booth in the corner. Devon walked over, having convinced the barkeep to change from pro wrestling to the local news. The three other patrons of the bar protested slightly, then returned to their beers. Suddenly, Devon’s face appeared on the TV screen, a slightly panicked look on his face. Behind him the tornado, in its early stages loomed ominously. "How the hell did you manage to get your face on TV?" I asked, laughing. "Wait, all of us made it," he said, pointing at the screen. Sure enough, as the clip continued, the back of Serena’s head made an appearance, as well as my knee. Devon and I high fived over the table as the bartender changed the TV back to the wrestling show. "Tonight, we feast. Let’s blow this dump," I said, a little too loudly. The bartender glared at us unappreciatively. "Don’t give me that," said Devon, flinging a ten dollar bill at the bartender as we walked out. "I’m famous, baby!" The door slammed loudly as we stepped into the cool night air. ****** "Woo! Ah! Okay, stop! I give up." I tried to sit up, but Serena climbed up and sat firmly on my chest. "No more tickling, please," I gasped breathlessly. "Can you guys shut the hell up in there?" shouted Devon from the living room of the hotel suite. "Oh, hell no." Mustering up the last of my strength, I got up from under Serena, then began to search the room for a weapon. Finding none, I picked up a pillow and the ice bucket from the counter and opened the door. "You’re goin’ down, bitch!" I yelled, running at the fold-out bed Devon was crashed on. Swinging the pillow, I dumped the ice on Devon’s head and pounded him with the pillow. Serena joined the fray, beating his lower body with another pillow. Just then, the light flicked on. "Damn!" Devon exclaimed, seeing our nude bodies in the light. "Ahh!" I yelled, running from the room, Serena close at my heels – until she tripped over a loose pillow. She crashed to the floor, sprawling rather unattractively across the living room floor. "Ow." She said quietly. I returned, a fuzzy blanket draped over my body, and bent down next to Serena. "You okay?" "I think I bruised my boobs," she said, beginning to giggle. "I’ll have to kiss them better," I said, pulling her up. "Want a look?" Serena said to Devon, who was sitting up in the sofa bed, slack-jawed. She spun slowly around, then walked calmly into the bedroom. I shrugged my shoulders and followed her into the room. "Now I’m pooped," said Serena, flopping into the bed. I climbed in next to her, snuggling with the fuzzy blanket and her. "Does Devon have a girlfriend?" "No, why?" "I don’t know. He seems lonely or something. Maybe he’s jealous." "Could be. Why do you ask?" "I thought I’d invite him for a threesome," she said smiling. "Really?" "No. I’m a one man woman." "Good," I said, kissing her on the cheek. ****** "Hey! I’m going to the bakery across the street to get some donuts," said Devon from the other side of the bedroom door. "You guys want anything?" "Yeah," said Cal, "get me some bearclaws." "What? Bearclaw?" "Three of them." "Okay…" "I’m going to go take a shower," I said, rubbing Cal’s bare chest. "May I join you?" he asked with a grin. "Now messing around. We need to get moving. It’s 9:30 already." "Alright," sighed Cal. I rolled across the expanse of the king-sized bed, dragging the sheet and blanket with me, hoping to motivate Cal to get up. It worked pretty well. "Hey… quit stealing my blankie." "Get up. Time to start your day." I wrapped the sheet around my nude body and opened the door to the living room, then continued into the bathroom. Not surprisingly, a cold-looking Cal followed close behind. "Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, I changed the message on the answering machine to have people call the cell phone." "Good idea," said Cal as he turned on the shower water. "Nobody’s called for me yet." "Not yet. You only sent out the applications a couple of weeks ago though." "True. Ow! Hot." Cal jumped out of the stream of water, then reached around to adjust the temperature. I stood outside the shower stall, admiring his body. "What are you looking at?" "Not much," I said with a smirk. "Oh. That’s harsh." "You know I’m kidding," I said as I climbed in the shower. I gave him a wet, full body contact hug to help my point. "Hi there," he said, leaning forward to kiss me. "I’m glad you’re tall, it makes it so I don’t have to strain my neck to kiss you." "I’m glad I can be of convenience to you." He laughed. "Cal!" shouted Devon from outside the bathroom door. "You in there? There’s someone on the cell phone for you. Should I take a message?" "Who is it?" "Some TV station in Grand Junction Colorado." "Take a message." Cal was smiling broadly. "Woo-hoo! I’m gonna audition!" He started jumping up and down, and hugged me tightly. "Grand Junction?" I asked. "I thought you wanted the one in Salt Lake." "You can’t just walk into a major TV station and go to work. You have to start in the minors," he replied, releasing his grip. "Besides, its a job, isn’t it?" "Sure," I said. I poured out some shampoo into my hand and began to message it into my hair. I realized that at some point, we would have to be separated while I finished school and he had a job, but I hoped it was at least in a big city. Not that Salt Lake is all that exciting, but it’s better than Grand Junction. At least I know a couple of people in Salt Lake. Only been to Grand Junction once, when I was about five… "Serena?" Cal had his hands on my shoulder. "Wake up, spacey head. The shampoo only works to a certain point, then all your hair falls out." I smiled. "Sorry honey, I was just thinking." "‘Bout what?" "Us." Cal nodded his head knowingly. "Don’t worry, kiddo. Everything will work out." I smiled again. "I know." A tear ran down my cheek. Cal rubbed it away with his thumb, cradling my head in his hands. "I love you," he said. "I love you too." ****** The wind blew through my hair as I sat alone in the open back of the Bronco. As I leaned against the wheel well, I stared into the blue Missouri sky and contemplated my life. The sale of our tornado video had paid for almost the entire trip, so I had no financial concerns. Two TV stations had called today to tell me they were interested in seeing me in person. My life is pretty damn good. "Yeah!" I raised my arms and shouted into the expanse of farmland. I stood up, the wind now buffeting my face at 65 miles per hour, and leaned against the cab of the truck. From below, I could hear Serena’s voice. "What the hell are you doing?" "I’m on top of the world!" I shouted. "What?!" I crouched down in front of the fiberglass door between myself and the cab. Serena poked her head through the open window. "What are you yelling about back here, ya weirdo?" "I’m on top of the world," I said, breaking into a giggle. I fell over backwards, into the softness of our collective luggage, blankets and tarps. Before I could look up, Serena scampered through the door and stretched her long body across mine. "Now I’m on top of you. What does that make me?" "Lucky," I said with a kiss. She began to kiss me back in earnest, sliding her tongue past mine into my mouth. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pulled me closer, then rolled me over on top of her. "Now look who’s lucky," she said with a smirk. She began to pull my t-shirt over my head. "What are you doing?" I said, while still trying to maintain our kiss. "Getting us a little more comfortable." "Hmmm…" She slid her hands into my shorts and attempted to slide them down. Unfortunately, they were just a bit too tight to make it over my ass, so she rolled me on my side and unbuttoned and unzipped them. After successfully removing my shorts and underwear, she climbed back on top of me and began to grind her pelvis into mine. "Oh my god. You’d better slow down if you want this to last," I sighed. She leaned back into a sitting position and pulled her shirt over her head, then with a flourish, flung it into the wind. The white shirt sailed quickly over my head and out of sight. She smiled broadly and leaned back into my chest. I undid the clasp of her bra and she shrugged out of it. Leaning to her right, she pulled a blue tarp up over her back and pulled it over our heads. "Devon was watching," she said with a smile. Using both hands, I slowly slid her sweats off, then her panties. The air under the tarp was beginning to get uncomfortable in the afternoon sun. Serena broke our kiss, and slowly began to kiss and suck my neck and ears. I squirmed in ticklish delight as she nibbled at my earlobe. Eventually, her kisses made their way down my chest, to my stomach. The sun disappeared behind a cloud above the tarp and the air got cooler. Serena licked the underside of my penis. I jumped slightly. Her motion had moved the tarp down my body. Above, a large tree shaded the truck. We were no longer moving. Serena bobbed up and down on my dick. A breeze blew under the tarp, cooling my saliva covered penis. Her mouth slid back down and it was warm again. Slowly, I tried to sit up. "What’s going on?" Serena released from my dick with an audible slurp. I looked out the driver’s side of the truck, along a row of old, gnarled trees. Ahead was a long, straight dirt road with grass growing between the two tracks. To the right, a large open field of wheat stretched as far as the eye could see. The horizon was a pale blue color, and broken up by developing thunderstorms. Serena sat up and looked over my shoulder. "Look," she said, pointing behind me. I turned slowly. I could see Devon’s head peeking above the tall grass. He was seated, facing a large, man-made lake that sat alongside the road. "Come on," said Serena, suddenly jumping up. "Wha?" "Let’s go swimming!" She ran past Devon, screaming at the top of her lungs. Devon, surprised by the sudden noise, stood up. We both admired Serena’s butt as she ran screaming into the water. "Come on you guys!" shouted Serena from the middle of the lake. Devon turned around as I stood, and shrugging his shoulders, began to kick off his shoes. I jumped down out of the back of the truck and ran to the water, Devon following close behind. The cool mud of the lake bottom enveloped my feet as I waded toward Serena. The water, surprisingly cool and clear, came up to my collarbone by the time I reached her. She jumped into my arms and hugged me tightly. "Woo hoo!" she shouted, waving her arms in the air. "Come on Devon! Don’t be shy!" Devon walked up slowly behind us and stopped to my right. Serena leapt back out of my grasp and splashed water at me. I replied in kind. Devon joined in as we ganged up on Serena. Suddenly, she dove under the water, which had become murky from the mud stirred up from the bottom. I felt her brush past my leg, then she burst out of the water behind us. Slowly, I disentangled my feet from the mud and turned around. Devon was slower to respond. Serena jumped on his back, almost forcing him face first into the water. "Quicksand! Gack! Quicksand!" laughed Devon as he tried to turn toward me, Serena still on his back. He was noticeably shorter now. "He’s shrinking!" I laughed. Devon’s face showed a shocked expression. "Naw, he’s still pretty big," said Serena, her arm reaching around Devon’s body. "Wooo!" said Devon, getting his voice back. Serena slid down Devon’s back and floated away on her back. A few feet away, she stood up again. "I’m gonna go get some sun," she said, standing and turning toward the shore. "Sounds good," I said, following. Devon shrugged his shoulders. When in Rome… ****** I shouldn’t tease Devon like that, I thought as I stared into the clouds above. "Look, that one looks like a fish," I said, looking over at the boys. Cal chuckled. "Looks like a horse to me," said Devon. 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