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Brad's Road Trip Ch. 18

by SpotInTheSand 07/14/16

This is the second half of the day that began in Chapter 17. I don't normally split a day up into two chapters, but I ran off at the mouth (fingers?) a little bit on this day, and I didn't feel like editing it down. So, I split it in two.

Ch. 17 was a big tease, a big setup for this chapter, so if you don't read it, this one won't make any sense. This is where all the sex Brad was working for in Chapter 17 actually happens.

There should only be two (maybe three if the diarrhea of the fingers continues) chapters after this one. It's been damn near 10 years, but I'm hoping it's finally coming to an end.

As always, thanks to my editor, AnInsatiableReader, for helping me clean this thing up. When I send it to her, it looks nothing like the finished product you're about to read.


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"Tom!" I shouted, standing up and waving my arm. He'd been looking around and scanning the crowd, and his head snapped directly toward me when he heard my voice.

Chris Cagle had finished his set a little while ago, and he was the final opener before Lynyrd Skynyrd. We probably still had a few minutes before the legendary southern rock band came out, though. I'd gone down to the stream, leaned up against a tree and had actually fallen asleep for about 20 minutes. Since I'd woken up, I'd been texting back and forth with Kelly. I told her about everything I'd done to Sara (and what little I'd done with Liz), and she'd wished that she could handle business again, but she was at a restaurant with her family and spending 10 minutes in the bathroom would be extremely difficult to explain. She told me about what she'd been up to today. She was fairly stingy with the details because she was much more interested in what I was doing, but I gathered that she'd spent some time exploring caves and generally tolerating her dad's large extended family.

It was time for her to head back home, so I'd had to let her go, and that's when I looked up and saw Tom approaching. He was in standard civilian clothes now, but he was still easy to identify as a Marine.

"Hey, Brad," he said, making his way over to the group. "You sure you have room for one more?"

"Absolutely, man," I said. The gaggle of college girls sharing the same blanket giggled and nodded, too, rearranging themselves so he could sit down.

"Hey, Tom," Janine said. We had three blankets spread out on the grass, and she and Chad were cuddled up together on the one in the middle. Russ sat behind them with two girls he'd apparently picked up during the day.

"Sgt. Andrews," he said, nodding at her. He seemed a little confused by her current companion. It was pretty obvious that Janine and I were planning to hook up when I'd first met him last night, and I'd basically confirmed that we had when I talked to him earlier in the morning. I was guessing she hadn't told him anything about Chad while they were working the booth together, and it wasn't my place to tell.

"Tom, we're off the clock," she said. "It's Janine."

He simply nodded at her, clearly waiting for her to introduce her new friend. I handled it so she didn't have to. "Guys, this is Tom Callahan, another of the Marine recruiters out here this weekend. Tom, this is Chad, and the guy behind him is Russ, along with a couple of his friends that I haven't met. Chad and Russ served with me in San Antonio."

Everyone said hi, and Russ even introduced the two women with him. I was impressed he knew their names. Tom grinned when Chad shook his hand then wrapped it back around Janine's waist, but he seemed to take it in stride. He turned his attention to the girls on my blanket. We both sat down, me on the edge and him to my left.

"And these girls are all students at Mesa State here in town," I said. "I apologize for not remembering a lot of names, but this is Lindsay," I added, motioning to the brunette sitting on Tom's left. She introduced the rest of her friends, then they all went back to giggling about whatever 18- and 19-year-old girls giggle about.

"So, Tom," I said. "Who handles your recruiting duties when you're off playing soccer?"

"Sgt. Andrews, mostly," he said. "Gunny knew about my travel schedule before he assigned me to this office. There might be a couple other recruiters in and out to help out, but I'll only be gone three business days, so it won't be too bad."

"When does the tournament start?"

"Thursday afternoon," he said. "I fly out Wednesday night, then spend pretty much the next four days playing soccer. I'll fly back early Monday."

"Where are you playing?" came a voice from his left. I'd hoped we'd have an eavesdropper, which is why I started talking soccer even though my interest level in the sport was zilch. And Lindsay didn't disappoint me.

"Oh, I play for the Marine Corps' soccer team," he said, turning toward her. "We're playing a tournament in Washington D.C. next weekend."

"Wow," she said. "I guess you're pretty good, huh?"

"I can play a little," he said. "What about you?"

She straightened up so he could get a better look at her top, a maroon T-shirt with the Mesa State soccer logo on in it. "I'm on the college soccer team."

"So I guess you're pretty good, too?" he said. "What position?"

They went back and forth about soccer for another few moments, and I quickly realized that I wasn't needed anymore. I smiled to myself and started to get up.

"Aren't you just the little match maker?" That was Janine, loudly enough to get my attention but not so loud that Tom or Lindsay heard her. "Two days in a row, huh?"

"Hey, I wasn't trying to make any matches last night," I said, matching her volume so as not to broadcast our business to all of western Colorado. "I was just trying to scratch a couple things off your list. Whatever this is," I said, motioning to the two of them still cuddled together, "you guys did that totally on your own."

"Yeah, but you made the introduction," Chad said. "Got one more match to make, huh?" He added, motioning his head toward Sara, who for now was sitting alone on the third blanket. She'd changed into a tiny red halter top and baggy blue shorts with a white Air Force logo on them. Liz had gone to get more beer.

"Ooh, that's right," Janine said. She whispered something in Chad's ear.

"I don't think he really needs that," Chad said aloud, but she then whispered something else, and Chad's face lit up like a fucking Christmas tree.

"Oh, yeah!" he exclaimed. "I DO remember that. Thank God I took the boy under my wing when I did."

"It's late June, Chad," I said, my eyes rolling back in my head. "A little hot to pack the hiking boots, so stop with the bullshit, OK?"

He laughed and look past me. "Hey, Winters! Come here a second."

Sara looked over at Chad, who was motioning her over. She got up and headed toward them, shooting me a look of "What's this all about?" as she went past. I just shook my head and tossed her a guilty grin, then sat down by myself on the blanket.

"She ditched you already?" Liz's voice said from behind me. She was holding six bottles of Coors Light, three in each hand. I took a few away so she could sit down without sloshing.

"She's over there talking to our friends from Texas," I explained. "How are things with you two? All better?"

"Yeah, I think so." The twinkle in her eye told me there was more where that came from, but I could wait to find out what it was. Sara had changed out of necessity, but Liz thankfully hadn't. She was still wearing the yellow shorts and white tank top she'd been in every time I'd seen her today, and her nipples were still straining against the cotton. In fact, neither of them were wearing a bra, and I guessed the same was true about their panties.

A few seconds later, Sara came back and plopped herself down between myself and Liz, which worked out well for me since there wasn't enough room to sit down between us. She was basically straddling my right leg.

"So what did she say?" I asked.

"Oh, don't worry," Sara replied. "She gave you a glowing recommendation." She leaned in closer to my ear. "A very glowing recommendation," she finished, punctuating it by sucking my earlobe into her mouth.

"Is that right?" I'm pretty sure my grin stretched into the parking lot.

"She said you were the second best sex she's ever had," Sara added. I had to look over my shoulder, where Chad and Janine were smiling widely at me.

"Second, huh?" I called out. "I'm pretty sure less than 24 hours ago I was the gold medalist."

"I told her that," Janine said.

"But you know how it is, man," Chad said. "Once you go black..."

"Don't get too upset, Brad," Janine said. "The second-fastest man in the world still runs a mile in under four minutes."

"Too late," I said, though I was smiling to let her know I was kidding. "The damage to my fragile male ego has already been done."

"I wonder what you could do to me in under four minutes," Sara said from the other side of me, although it was quiet enough that no one but Liz and I could hear.

"I think I showed you that a few hours ago," I said. "Lucky for you, I won't have a time limit next time."

She threw me a demur smile, the first time I think she'd ever done anything demurely, and she turned her attention toward Liz. She was still half-sitting on my lap, but she was having girl talk now, presumably sharing with her best friend some of the naughty details Janine had given her about last night. They occasionally looked my way and giggled, and one time Sara blew me a kiss, but my only contribution to the noise was the clinking of empty beer bottles as I added them to the pile.

I really needed this last show to get started, mainly because I was really looking forward to what was going to happen at the end of it.

I'm not the world's biggest Lynyrd Skynyrd fan, but as far as southern rock goes, they're about as good as anyone. I'd seem them a couple years ago down in Texas, and I imagined their set list hadn't changed much. I started thinking about the different songs they'd sing, and how I could use a few of them to get to Sara prior to what I knew would be their encore.

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