1. Detours (Part 1 of 3)


    Date: 10/6/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: L8LastNight, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    Sinclair, age twenty-seven and tens of thousands of miles of highway notched on the wheels of her old Malibu, was on the road again on the second day of a three day solo drive to the coast. The drive itself was going to be the highlight of her trip, she was sure of it; the destination was less appealing. Her cousin was getting married and her entire extended family would be there. Both she and her dad weren't so big on these family events, but he always insisted that they attend. "They can drive you crazy, but so can the rest of the world," he would say, "If anyone drives you crazy, it may as well be family… you’ll always end up forgiving them, eventually." So she had to go. When she was ready to send her RSVP, she knew she would have to face at least two inevitable questions. The first question was why she just didn’t fly to the wedding so that she could spend more time with the family. Her first reason -- shared with everyone -- was that she loved to drive of course, just like her dad. As long as the destination was within reach over land or bridge, she was going to drive there. The second reason -- not shared with everyone-- was that she couldn’t stand being with her extended and extensive family. Well, perhaps that was a bit harsh, but she could probably think of a hundred things she’d rather be doing than tooting around town for several days with dozens of relatives whose names have escaped her, chattering non-stop at her and gossiping aloud about whomever wasn’t ...
    there. It made her appreciate the serenity of being on the road that much more. Speaking of gossiping, the second question: “Will you be bringing Stefan?” “No. Stefan isn’t coming with me.” “Why? You’re still seeing him, aren’t you? Weren’t you serious about each other?” “Stefan is not coming with me.” “Oh no, Bonnie. Did you two break up?” “Stefan...is not... coming ...with me.” So on this particular trip, she was alone on the road -- almost alone. Every once in awhile, she rubbed the soft fur of a little green rabbit’s foot dangling by a chain from her car key. It had belonged to her dad. Why green? Who knew. Didn’t matter either. As long as it was with her, so was her dad. Boomer was with her as well -- again, sort of. Boomer was her Cocker-Spaniel and, unfortunately, unlike most other dogs, he wasn’t so much into car rides. She loved him dearly but she was fed up having to stop her car to clean dog chow vomit off of her seats before Boomer ate it. So, while a friend babysat her motion-sick dog back home, as a reminder of her beloved companion, one of his favourite chew toys sat shotgun in his stead: a ragged, tooth-scarred Mark Wahlberg “Planet of the Apes” doll. Marky Mark was good chewin’. As she motored along the highway, Bonnie leaned back in her car seat -- way back. The back of the chair was reclined at a lower than typical angle, like she was in a dentist’s chair waiting for her mouth to be scoped. In this position, she basically viewed the road ahead through her ...
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