Wide Open - A Confused Simple Life

Samantha Diberry was an 18 year old high school drop out who was down on her luck and about to run off on her old man and her life in small town U.S.A.

She was a very pretty girl but very different too. Samantha was a tiny girl that never developed the curves and shape of many of her female friends. In high school she had been ridiculed with many names and comments from being flat as a pancake to being a small pixie freak. She stood 5'4" tall and weighed about 80 lbs. With deep brown eyes and fair skin she was a beauty though often mistaken even in her later years at high school as someone who hadn't yet reached high school.

One of dates in high school, a football jock, had proudly proclaimed his conquest over the "little pixie" during a date at the local drive in. Samantha had really liked and went a little further at his constant pushing that she had planned. The liquor he had poured into her had made her an easy constant along with his slick silver tongue.

To her stunned disbelief he cleared up the rumor that she was completely flat. He assured the whole senior class and anyone who interested that contrary to the popular rumor, Samantha wasn't completely flat. Rather her tiny tits were the the size of strawberries and her nipples the size and color of a red raspberry.
He boasted that before his touch, she had been a virgin and that she had the tightest cunt he had ever fucked.

It had been utter humiliation for Samantha and her family. The boys were relentlessly in their teasing and a number of boys asked her out to the drive in or for a "little gang bang on th beach. Though she told them to "fuck off" they persisted. The girls were even worse in their teasing, ridiculing and mocking. The now called her "little strawberry" or "raspberry girl".

It was all too much for Samantha to handle. She was ostracized by everyone at at school and her friends abandoned her. Within a week, she had left high school forever and dropped out of touch with family and former friends. She wanted to get away, to go somewhere different, and to be someone completely different. So she did!

The beautiful but petite Samantha Dilberry gave herself a complete makeover. The first step she did herself as she cut off her long curly brown hair in a short brush cut. It was so darn short it looked like she was an army recruit.

The next step was she swore off any more make-up and perfumes. She ditched her frilly, feminine and nice girl clothes. Everything from bras, to panties, to blouses to stockings. to high heels and pink sandals went straight to the garbage. She hawked her expensive jewelery given to her as gifts over many years at the local pawn shop. The old man was so happy as she traded her diamond earrings, gold necklaces, pretty rings and other odds and ends for straight cash.

Through a second hand store, she filled a small backpack with a few pairs of square looking boy jeans, a half dozen dark t-shirts, a few muscles shirts, white tube socks, boxer shorts, a red baseball hat, a roll of tape, and white runners. She had $450 cash and a new attitude as she practiced speaking in a lower boyish voice.

In three hours Samantha become Sam. She walked out the front door with her backpack dressed as a young man and never looked back! Two hours later a thin young man, who looked about 16, dressed white runners, blue jeans, a black t-shirt and a red baseball hat was standing at the side of the highway looking to hitch a ride to anywhere. No one from town would have recognized her!

OCC Looking to see where this goes with either male or females.

Kate

OOC: Sounds like a fun thread! Hope this works for ya!
Name: Kate Sanderson
Appearance: 22 years old, tall but thin, black shoulder-length hair, green eyes, pale skin, lithe figure with long legs and an average-sized bust, pierced nose (currently with a tiny emerald gemstone stud).


The road was hypnotizing her. Kate shook her head, then took a long drink from the bottle of water in the cup holder, and turned up the music a little louder. But it wasn't helping the fact that she'd been driving for nearly ten hours now. Still, she didn't quite feel safe enough to stop quite yet. Not until she hit the ocean.

The previous night's events had taken on the quality of a dream here, in the bright early afternoon along the highway. She'd passed through who knows how many small towns since she'd left that bastard Ted half awake, half unconscious on her couch at four in the morning. He'd apparently taken her call to him (the one where she told him she was sick of his mind games and his violence and didn't want to see him again) poorly, gotten drunk, and somehow managed to make it all the way across town to her apartment without crashing or getting pulled over. He'd kicked down the door when she told him to fuck off, and it was only because he was so durnk she'd been able to fend him off. He'd tripped on an electrical cord and fell throguh the coffee table. Kate had almost left him there, but despite all he'd done to her, she couldn't bear to leave him like that. So she'd made sure he wasn't bleeding too badly, moved him to the couch and did what she could to make him comfortable, then called 911, gathered a few days' of clothes and her purse, and jumped into her old beat-up Mazda and didn't look back.

For a while, the adrenaline kept her going. When that ran out, fear that Ted would find her, track her down pushed her on. But now, finally, the stress of the situation was finally catching up to her. She pulled the car over to the side of the road, got out, and stretched. The air was hot and sticky, so she pulled her shoulder-length black hair back and tied it up in a ponytail, if only to keep it out of her eyes and off her neck. Her clothes, a plain dark-green shirt and black jeans, were sticking to her skin, but there wasn't much she could do about that now. After a few moments, her brief rest had revitalized her tired limbs a little, and she clambered back into the car and continued west along the highway.

She noticed the gas gauge as she drove; still a quarter tank left, but she was already running out of money. She didn't want to use her credit card, for fear that Ted would find her... he was a cop, after all. And he didn't have much cash on hand. "I should have stolen his wallet," she thought for the twentieth time, then shook her head. That would only have made him angrier. No, she'd have to risk using the card at the next station. Unless...

The man walking along the side of the road ahead was little more than a kid, she realized, as she drew closer. He as dressed in jeans, a black t-shirt, and a red baseball cap, and looked mroe like he should be in school rather than out hitchhiking, but Kate realized she was in little position to pass judgement. Her instincts told her to drive on by... but necessity won out. If he'd be willing to fill the tanks in return for a ride to wherever he was headed... everyone wins! And plus, he looked small enough that she was confident that if he tried anything funny she'd be able to handle him.

She pulled up next to him, leaned over, and opened the passenger side door.

"Looking for a lift, kid?"

Samantha had found standing beside the hot highway not as pleasant as she expected. A lot of cars had driven by her without even slowing down. She realized that the locals would normally pick up another local to be neighborly but they sure didn't care to stop for strangers. It had been at least an half an hour standing in the blazing heat and now she wished she had brought a little more with her. She had been naive not to think things out a little better. It was a learning experience she assured herself.

It was utter delight when a car finally stopped. She didn't care who it was or how many people in the car, if they offered her a lift she was ready to take it.

Samantha was surprised when a good looking young woman with black shoulder length hair and black shoulder length hair pulled up, leaned over, and opened the passenger side door. For a moment, she half thought the stranger had seen through her disguise. The woman spoke very directly:

"Looking for a lift, kid?"

For a split second Samantha was tongue tied. Then she remembered to disguise her voice, by lowering it as best she could, and the she replied as politely as possible.

"Oh yes ma'am. If it was okay with you ma'am and no inconvenience to you" Samantha blurted out in her sweet as pie manner.

Her old man had always taught her to be very polite with strangers. Samantha knew that the woman might simply drive off if she didn't feel comfortable with the hitchhiker.

Samantha smiled as she sat down in the car seat, but looked to the woman for confirmation that everything was okay.

"Ma'am if its alright with you... Might I put my backpack in the back seat?" Samantha added.

Looking at the young woman, Samantha sensed she was tired and had a story to tell. She didn't know how much the woman wanted to talk or not. She figured, she sit back in the car, and talk as much or as little as the kind stranger wanted.

"That's a real nice emerald" Samantha stated as she looked at the kind hearted woman.

"Oh... I'm sorry Ma'am... I'm forgetting my manners... My name is Sam...." she quickly introduced herself.

Kate

Kate smiled at the kid as he spoke; he seemed quite a bit nervous and his overly-polite manner was at the same time charming as it was disarming. She watched him as he clambered into the car, nodding permission when he asked if it was okay to put his bag in the back seat. His door closed, she slid back onto the highway and they were off.

"Hi Sam. I'm Kate," she replied to him, holding out a hand for a shake. "And as for this fancy little emerald," she replied as she glanced down at the tiny green gem, "Thanks. I guess it'd be nicer if it were a real emerald, but I suppose it's close enough."

Having another person in the car was already doing the trick. Idle conversation would not only keep her awake, but it'd help her keep her mind of other things till she got far enough that she'd feel safe to stop and plan out what comes next.

"So... where are you headed, Sam? I'm not on any real schedule, so if it's a little out of my way... that's fine. My only rule is that we get to share gas money; you cool with that?"

Samantha felt relied as young lady driver smiled at her. She sensed that Kate was seeing as some young kid. It she could pass as a young man here, well, she was probably set. From her town he would simply disappear.

She seemed really nice as she spoke:

"Hi Sam. I'm Kate."

Samantha was surprised that she was so friendly. The woman held out her hand and shook it before she added:

"And as for this fancy little emerald. Thanks. I guess it'd be nicer if it were a real emerald, but I suppose it's close enough."

Samantha smiled at her, as she looked down to examine the little green piercing.

"It sure looks nice... maam... If you don't mind me saying so" Samantha added in her disguised voice. It wasn't a manly voice. It was more like a kid's voice - a little higher than most boys but plausible still.

As the car roared down the highway, Kate asked:

"So... where are you headed, Sam? I'm not on any real schedule, so if it's a little out of my way... that's fine. My only rule is that we get to share gas money; you cool with that?"

Samantha replied:

"Headed... Ummmm.... Well anywhere... As far away as possible I guess.... I'll get to a big city... and get a job ... and start again".

This was a reality check for Samantha. She knew her money wouldn't last all that long. She'd need to find somewhere cheap to live until she found a job and would have to go easy on her food expenses too. Starting to think about what she could, she quickly remembered that waitressing wouldn't work, she needed work as a young male, and that meant maybe a construction site, a convenience store, or something more manual and physical.

To get a job, she'd need identification too. Right now, all her identification had her real name and gender, and a pretty picture of her. This wasn't going to work unless she found something working under the table.

Her brain snapped back to her present reality as she remembered that she only answered half the question. Samantha added:

"Oh yes ma'am... I'd be pleased to share gas money..." Samantha replied in her disguised male voice. She about to reach for her purse but remembered boys didn't have pursed so she fished out a wallet from her back pocket. It was a black leather wallet, very plain and simply, and from it she picked a $20 and placed it in the cup holder between the two car seats.

"Would $20 be okay to start ma'am?" Samantha offered with a smile.

As they continued down the highway, Samantha felt a little nervous about her hasty exit from town. She hadn't said any good byes and her dad, the crazy old man, would go crazy.

He's better off without me Samantha rationalized. There had been some heavy verbal fights the last week. They weren't even on speaking terms.

Screw him Samantha mentally decided as she shifted her brain back to the highway and Kate.

Looking to Kate, Samantha was suddenly lost for words. She could sense that Kate wanted to chat and so she made her best efforts at small talk:

"Yes ma'am... It's sure a hot day... I was baking out there on the side of the highway..." Samantha went on in a nervous ramble.

"But where you heading from ma'am... on this fine day?" Samantha added.

Samantha was dying to ask some questions of Kate on her disguise. She wanted to know how old Kate thought she looked but didn't want to act suspicious. Samantha was sure it would come up eventually.

Thinking about her disguise, and looking down between her legs, Samantha suddenly realized that she was very flat down between her legs. She'd have to figure out something later, maybe, she could buy some small strap on device that looked real enough.

Oh my God... How am I going to handle relationships... If I don't smile and hit on girls.... People will think I'm gay... If guys think I'm gay they might beat on me... But I really do like boys... This is going to be a mess.... For now I've got to keep my clothes on.... and act like a boy! Samantha decided.

What am I supposed to do with Kate? Most guys are pigs and they'd probably be hitting on a good looking lady like her... But if she thinks I'm too young.... Or if she is married that would piss her off.... But if I don't notice she's pretty.... Samantha bounced around new worries and confusion in her brain. She had some piece of mind as she decided to just relax and enjoy Kate's company. She was sure Kate would let her know and that she just need to look for signs and to be polite.

Kate

Kate nodded as Sam put the twenty in the cup holder. "Cool; that'll do for the next gas stop. I'll pick up the one after, assuming we're still in this together." She shot a wink to the kid, hoping to set him at ease. He sure seemed nervious about something! Then it dawned on her... he was probably just out of high school, if that, and might not have had much experience with older women. Kate prided herself in her appearance, and knew of the effect she had on men; in fact, their unwanted attentions was one of the main reasons she started studying various forms of self-defense in the first place.

"Well, first of all, if we're going to be sharing this ride for much longer, I'd be much more comfortable if you just called me Kate, Sam. No need for this 'ma'am' stuff, really, as polite and nice as it is to hear."

She glanced at him for a moment, and was struck with his appearance again. He had a strange, almost androgynous quality to his features, a welcome change after the markedly male featrues Kate's ex had been so proud of.

"Anyway, it seems you're in luck, Sam. I'm heading all the way to San Fransisco, that is... if this old junker can make it that far. I'm sure we'll be able to find you a good place to set up camp along the way, right? Although you seem to be a bit young to be out on the road, 'starting again' as you said. You can't hardly be out of high school, can you?"

Samantha had a good feel that was safe with Kate. Her number one worry was how to keep the secret and continue to pass herself off as a boy.

For now, the idea of splitting the gas, made her valuable, and since Kate didn't seem afraid of her both of them could relax.

Kate was real cool about the gas money as he explained:

"Cool; that'll do for the next gas stop. I'll pick up the one after, assuming we're still in this together."

When Kate winked, Samantha smile back. This lady seemed really cool being both young and friendly.

"I'm here... for as far as you let me go" Samantha spoke in her disguised voice innocently. Just then Samantha laughed as she realized how that might have sounded.

"Oh... I'm sorry... I mean..." Samantha stumbled with her words.

Kate didn't seem bothered at all, as she kindly suggested:

"Well, first of all, if we're going to be sharing this ride for much longer, I'd be much more comfortable if you just called me Kate, Sam. No need for this 'ma'am' stuff, really, as polite and nice as it is to hear."

"Yes ma'am... Uh... I mean Kate" Samantha replied as she tried to get it straight in her head.

Kate went on to explain:

"Anyway, it seems you're in luck, Sam. I'm heading all the way to San Fransisco, that is... if this old junker can make it that far. I'm sure we'll be able to find you a good place to set up camp along the way, right? Although you seem to be a bit young to be out on the road, 'starting again' as you said. You can't hardly be out of high school, can you?"

"San Francisco would be great.... This is a great car.... How long a trip is it?" Samantha asked as she tried to figure out if her money would hold out.

"It still seems a good piece away... Do you stop for the night at a truck stop?... You know I could drive if you wanted?" Samantha offered. Then she realized that it would be really difficult if she got pulled over. Her driver's license had her real name and picture. The cop would probably haul her ass to jail until it got sorted out.

I've got to get some fake id or change my name Samantha realized.

"I'm done with high school.... I decided to hit the road rather than graduate" Samantha explained.

"Sometimes you just got to get away from things that are dragging you down... But a pretty woman like you probably has no idea what it's like" Samantha started to explain. Looking at Kate, she guessed that Kate had a perfect life with everything under control.

"Would it be alright if I bought you lunch? There is a rest station coming up" Samantha suggested. She needed to pee. Her next worry was how she was going handle a men's bathroom. It would be a whole new experience for her.

Kate

"Mmmmmm... rest station food... wouldn't miss it for the world, Sam!" Kate said. They were still a few miles from the stop, so Kate kept talking.

"Well, I think we're probably at least a thousand miles from the coast still, which means we're not gonna make it in one day. I was planning on getting there in a few days, but I'm not sure how much non-stop driving I can take. The car's solid as far as I know. Never had a problem with it. But it won't do to fall asleep at the wheel and drive into some ditch."

"No truck stops thoguh... they creep me out. At the very least I was planning on stopping at a cheep motel or something along the way. Oh... here we are."

Kate took the next exit and drove up to the rest stop. There wasn't much of a view, but at least there were several choices of fast food to pick from. She parked in a spot next to the Burger King and squeeled softly in delight as she clambered out of the car and stretched.

"So, Sam! What kind of lunch are you planning on treating me to?" Kate watched as he got out of the car... he was so slender! Such a difference from her ex. Kate bit her lip to bring herself back to reality, reminding herself that if Sam really had just finished high school, he couldn't be more than 18 years old. Even if he did look younger. Best to put thoughts of how good a kisser he was out of her mind; she didn't need that kind of complication in her life now, that was certain!

Sam felt a sense of relief from Kate. She seemed to like the thought of stopping for a bite to eat. Her response seemed so genuine:

"Mmmmmm... rest station food... wouldn't miss it for the world, Sam!"

As Sam though about it, she realized that Kate was either a fast food addict or was pulling her leg.

Sam smiled and laughed as she said:

"That settles it then. We feast at the rest station."

Drifting back to their conversation about the length of the trip to San Francisco Kate explained:

"Well, I think we're probably at least a thousand miles from the coast still, which means we're not gonna make it in one day. I was planning on getting there in a few days, but I'm not sure how much non-stop driving I can take. The car's solid as far as I know. Never had a problem with it. But it won't do to fall asleep at the wheel and drive into some ditch."

"Probably better to take it easy on the car then... In this hot weather you don't want to take chances with it overheating... A new radiator might set you back $1000 or more" Samantha added. In reality she had no familiarity with cars but she remembered her dad saying something similar to someone.

Kate was quick to add:

"No truck stops thouhh... they creep me out. At the very least I was planning on stopping at a cheep motel or something along the way. Oh... here we are."

"You're the driver.... Truck stops are usually known for good fast food... Some of them have cheap motels or you can sleep in your vehicle without any hassles" explained Sam. She had seen a show on truckers once and was trying to sound like a guy. She was trying to be practical and helpful.

"If we stop early we can probably finder a cheaper rate. What do you think motels will cost? $50 or $100 per night each?" asked Samantha. She was mentally calculating how long her money would hold up. She didn't have credit cards to fall back on.

Pulling off the highway reminded Sam how much she needed a rest room. She was practically crossing her legs. It was utter relief when Kate parked in a spot next to the Burger King and squealed softly in delight as she clambered out of the car and stretched before she asked:

"So, Sam! What kind of lunch are you planning on treating me to?"

"Well... How about Burger King... or Wendy's? I'll give you $20, if you want to go ahead and order the food.... I'll just take a #5 meal deal" suggested Sam as she hurried towards the entrance. No one held the door for her. She opened it quickly and hurried in.

Seeing the bathroom doors, she almost ran right into the women's bathroom but a line of women were already queued. Seeing the men's bathroom and knowing it would cause a commotion for a guy to walk in the ladies' room, Sam tried to casually walk into the men's rest room. Since there was no line she just walked right in. There was no commotion at all. No one really even noticed her. In a crowd of people she was virtually invisible.

Inside the rest room, there we about 10 stalls, 20 urinals and 5 sinks. There were six men in the bathroom, 5 at the urinals and 1 at the sink pretending to wash his hands. After a few slow steps, Samantha could actually see the men peeing in the urinals! They sure were a lot of different sizes. Realizing she was staring and likely to draw attention to herself, she hurried into the second stall and closed the door and locked it. To her disgust someone had peed all over the toilet seat.

Men are such pigs! Samantha reminded herself. After cleaning the seat with toilet paper and making a little cover over the seat Sam finished her needs, flushed the toilet and left the stall. Near the sink, as she washed her hands, she could hear two young men talking trash about their girlfriends. As she dried her hands, the two young men were busily buying condoms from a vending machine.

What fucking losers! Samantha thought as she headed from the bathroom to find Kate.

As she walked through the small hall, she could see men checking out the women. They didn't care if Sam saw but they were more careful that the women not them. Approaching the serving line, Sam grinned when she saw a few men giving Kate the up and down from behind.

Sam not wasting anytime walked up to Kate and asked:

"I found you... Can I help with anything?"

Kate

Kate watched Sam go, then stepped into the Wendy's and got in line. As she waited, she saw a couple of guys out of the corner of her eye; they were obviously checking her out. Only a few months ago, Kate might have enjoyed their attention, but in the wake of Ted, she found herself feeling both creeped out and a little afraid. It was ridiculous to think that they'd been sent all the way out here to find her, but the idea kept circling in her mind.

She did her best to put them out of her head and ordered two meals. As she was returning to the seating area, she saw Sam approaching. She nodded to a nearby booth and slid in on one side.

They ate in silence for a bit, and as Kate finished her burger she made a grimace. "Bleh... I've never been a big fan of fast food, but I do have to admit its pretty damn convenient. Especialy for people with places to be, like us!" She pushed her french fries around in the ketchup, obviously not that interested in finishing them off.

"Anyway, if we just stop at a Motel 6 or a Best Western or something like that, we can probably get a pair of single rooms for only fifty bucks apiece. Of course... I suppose we could share a double for about 60 or so... save us each about thirty bucks..." She smiled at him. "I'm pretty sure my immortal soul can handle the scandal, not that I'm giving you an invatation for any funny business, mind you!" For some reason, she felt strangely at ease with Sam; she'd only known him for about an hour now, yet it felt so natural joking with him.

Their meal finished, they returned to the car and soon enough were on the road again. Kate nodded at the large leather CD case in the back seat. "See if there's any music in there you wanna listen to, Sam. My tastes kinda run all over the place..."

Sam was at a loss for words while they ate their burgers. The men's bathroom had been so gross she had a hard time eating. She knew she couldn't exactly share that with Kate so she ate quietly as best she could.

Kate broke the silence with:

"Bleh... I've never been a big fan of fast food, but I do have to admit its pretty damn convenient. Especially for people with places to be, like us!"

"We could have picked somewhere else" Sam interjected but from the smile on Kate's face she felt Kate was okay with their burger meal.

When Kate talked about sleeping arrangements Sam knew she had new worries to wrestle with. Kate smiled and suggested:

"Anyway, if we just stop at a Motel 6 or a Best Western or something like that, we can probably get a pair of single rooms for only fifty bucks apiece. Of course... I suppose we could share a double for about 60 or so... save us each about thirty bucks...".

"Yes let's save money... Well, I mean if you want to... You know... I could always sleep in the couch or on the floor...." suggested Sam very honestly.

"If I sneak in after you register, we could save another $10.... If you want to" Sam added.

Kate's spoke in a relaxing way as she smiled and teased:

"I'm pretty sure my immortal soul can handle the scandal, not that I'm giving you an invitation for any funny business, mind you!"

Sam laughed and grinned.

"You just never know.... I'm a pretty charming guy" Sam teased back.

"If we had a little kitchen I could whip you up.... a little breakfast in the morning" Sam offered. She was actually pretty descent in the kitchen.

It felt good to be on their way again. Sam cleared up their garbage as she headed back to the parking lot with Kate.

"On the road again" laughed Sam in a fun spirited manner. She was feeling really good about her decision in leaving town and her good fortune in meeting Kate. Kate was both kind, cute, and a delight to be with.

Sam relaxed in his seat as they drove off.

When Kate said:

"See if there's any music in there you wanna listen to, Sam. My tastes kinda run all over the place..."

"Sure" Sam replied as she reached back to grab the leather case of CDs. As she flicked through them she piked a Celine Dion, Shania Twain, Janice Crow and Madonna.

"Here are a few artists I like. Who would you like?" Sam asked politely.

"Let's put yours on first" Sam added.

"You know if you get tired I could drive" Sam offered.

"You know you sure do dress nice... You got a style of your own... I watched a number of men checking you out back there" Samantha teased.

"If I wasn't there... I bet they'd be following you home" laughed Sam without realizing that she may had hit a soft spot.

Kate

Kate snorted in surprise, a decidedly unfeminine thing to do but nonetheless something she did when something struck her as suddenly funny. "Hell yeah! I didn't even think of buying a room and then sneaking someone in. I like your style, Sam! Of course, it'd probably have to be a single, so the manager wouldn't get all suspicious and stuff... but to tell the truth I could sleep on a field of cactuses, I bet..."

The talk of sleep was working its wonders. Kate yawned, then blinked her eyes several times to clear them again. She really could use some sleep.

"And yeah, I did notice a couple of those guys, and I'm glad they kept their distance. I'm not really sure how I'd react right now if one of them had hit on me... I'm pretty sure after last night I'd probably have pulled some kung-fu shit on his ass and left him crying under a table, holding himself. And that would have been bad, what with the cops probably showing up not long after. But anyway... thanks for the compliment. I like to think I've got some style, I suppose. My mom called it something else, of course, which is why, I suppose, I got the piercings and the tattoos..." She yawned again, and swerved a little as the car drifted a little out of the lane. She didn't realize she'd let slip a little to Sam anything about why she'd left home in such a hurry, but she did realize she was probably revealing too much, too fast.

"You know... I think I'm starting to ramble. I've been up for nearly 33 hours now. I think maybe I'll take you up on your offer to drive for a while..." She took the next exit and parked alongside the road. As they switched seats, she sleepilly settled into the passenger seat and murmured, "Just don't wreck it or anything, I guess. And wake me up once it's an hour after dark, I guess, so we can pull this little stunt on some poor night-clerk..."

When Kate snorted, Sam had a terrible time trying to contain her laughter.

Kate blurted out with such energy:

"Hell yeah! I didn't even think of buying a room and then sneaking someone in. I like your style, Sam! Of course, it'd probably have to be a single, so the manager wouldn't get all suspicious and stuff... but to tell the truth I could sleep on a field of cactuses, I bet..."

"I'd sleep on the floor... or he we got caught... he'd think you met someone at one of the local bars.... But... maybe that's not a good impression ... Not much he can do right if you pay cash in advance" suggested Sam.

Sam noticed that Kate was having a hard time to concentrate. She yawned, then blinked her eyes. As a result, Sam figured something was a little weird. Here she was talking about getting some rest when she could barely keep her eyes on the road.

Kate spoke on:

"And yeah, I did notice a couple of those guys, and I'm glad they kept their distance. I'm not really sure how I'd react right now if one of them had hit on me... I'm pretty sure after last night I'd probably have pulled some Jung-fu shit on his ass and left him crying under a table, holding himself. And that would have been bad, what with the cops probably showing up not long after. But anyway... thanks for the compliment. I like to think I've got some style, I suppose. My mom called it something else, of course, which is why, I suppose, I got the piercings and the tattoos..."

Holy shit... This gal knows that King Fu stuff... Sam realized.

"When you did you start with that martial arts stuff?" Sam asked with great curiosity. She pondered what Kate had said about "last night" and figured there must a big story there. She didn't want to push her new friend too quick. Just in case she wasn't ready to talk about it.

Kate went on with:

"You know... I think I'm starting to ramble. I've been up for nearly 33 hours now. I think maybe I'll take you up on your offer to drive for a while..."

"Oh ya... no problem... We're straight on this highway for a long time" Sam replied.

It felt good when they changed drivers. Though Sam had to readjust the seat and the mirrors so she could see. She was glad that Kate hadn't asked to see her driver's license.

As they were settling to get back on the road Kate added a word of caution:

"Just don't wreck it or anything, I guess. And wake me up once it's an hour after dark, I guess, so we can pull this little stunt on some poor night-clerk..."

"Yes ma'am.. I mean yes Kate" Samantha replied with a smile as she watched Kate getting ready for a little nap.

Fiddling with the CD she inserted a Shania Twain CD and no time at all Sam was feeling on top of the world as she cruised down the highway. Looking over at Kate, Sam knew Kate had a story to tell. This was a good looking woman and why her boyfriend or husband wasn't with her must be worthy of a few beers.

After an hour or so of driving, Sam realized that if she was ever stopped by a cop and required to show her license, it might turn into a real mess of a situation. Looking like a boy and holding a girl's license, well that could make the cop very suspicious.

Samantha played it easy as she cruised down the highway. She did her best to stay within the posted limits and to drive as safely as possible. It was a trust issue with the sleeping Kate, and her own self preservation.

She wondered what Kate might be dreaming about. She decided when they next stopped for gas, she pick up a case of beer. If she could sneak away to a sex shop she was determined to buy some sort of plastic penis to better protect her secret.

Another hour passed on the highway, and the sun was now setting. It was just so beautiful....

Kate

Kate was back in Boston. She wiped the sleep from her eyes and stood up, and then realized she wasn't in her apartment. She was in a police station. A bunch of really tough-looking thugs were lined up against the far wall, and the were staring at her while a policeman walked down the line, showing each of them a photograph and asking each in turn, "Do you have the scent? Do you have her?" Kate felt a gnawing feeling in her stomach and tried to stand up, but realized that she couldn't because her wrists had been handcuffed to a coffee table. Her glass coffee table, the glass all gone now so it was nothing more than an empty metal frame. She glanced up again, and the policeman had turned to face her. It was Ted... and it wasn't. She knew it was him, but his face was nothing more than a mess of writhing ants. It was their voices now, asking "DO YOU HAVE HER?" She felt ants crawling on her now, and as they began to bite at her flesh she jerked and started awake.

For a brief instant, she wasn't sure where she was. It was dark, but there were lights racing by her. An instant later, she remembered where she was... in the passenger seat of her own car, damp with sweat and cramping from sleeping in an awkward position. She glanced to her right and saw Sam glancing over at her.

"Wow..." Kate said as she straightened up as best she could. "Highway nightmares are the worst... where are we?" She glanced out the window at the darkness around them, and then down at the clock in the dashboard. Just past 10:00.

"Damn... you've been driving for like six hours straight?" Outside, the signs for motels were passing by, along with signs for fast food restraunts, a Costco, a movie theater, and even a few of the highway-side adult shops that seemed to be so common along this route.

"Wow..." she said again, rubbing her arms. "Sleeping in a car isn't a bright idea. I feel more tired than ever. What do you say we pick one of those motels and call it a day?"

As Sam took the next exit, Kate sighed, then thoguht back at one of his comments earlier. "Yeah, I'm into a few kinds of martial arts. Mostly karate and jujutsu, with a little bit of kendo thrown in for spice. Cause sometimes punching and tossing some fool just isn't enough. Sometimes you gotta stick 'em with a sword." She winked at Sam to let him know she was just kidding... mostly.

"Seriously though, I was thinking of starting a school or something out in San Fransisco. Of coruse, I have no idea how to get something like that off the ground... I dunno." She looked back out the window at the Motel 6 they were pulling into. "Yeah... this'll do. Park around the side and I'll go in and get a room..."

* * * * * *

About ten minutes later, Kate was running the key card through the lock. The room inside was a one-bedroom affair with the standard motel fare: desk, chair, TV on a counter, and a few coathangers in the closet.

"Well, here we are, Sam. Home sweet home. And I gotta tell you... I think I need a shower. But first," she dug out a few twenties from her pocket and handed them to Sam. "Can you zip on across the street to that store and get us some food? Maybe some juice or bottled water?"

The sun was setting and the highway driving was getting easier. There was less traffic on the road and the signage was showing they were making great progress on their way to San Francisco.

Every so often Sam would glanced over at her car mate Kate. She knew Kate was a good looking lady and probably had a story to tell. Sam knew she'd have to take it slow and easy to find out all she could about her new friend. Watching Kate sleeping, Sam noticed she sure seemed to squirm around alot as if she just couldn't get comfortable. At times her face seemed to contort and she grimaced or let out soft cries. Sam didn't know what Kate might be dreaming about and sensing it might be a bad dream was tempted to wake her. But she didn't, since she remembered her father telling her when she was little that if you tried waking someone in a nightmare you could kill them by accident. The last thing she wanted was to hurt her only friend in the world.

It was about an hour later when they went through a bumpy stretch of highway under construction that Kate awoke.

"You okay?" Sam asked innocently seeing the bewildered and relieved look on Kate's face.


"Wow..." Kate said as she straightened up as best she could. "Highway nightmares are the worst... where are we?" asked Kate. Sam watched as she glanced out the window at the darkness around them, and then checked out the time which read just 10:00.

"We're still long way off.... I took a turnpike to save time... There was a bumpy stretch but it was shorter... We're back onto the main highway now .... There it... the small town on the map" Sam explained.

"Damn... you've been driving for like six hours straight?" Kate announced.

"Yeah... You were tired... and we were making great time... We need to stop for food and gas... The tank is almost bone dry... I'll fill it up" Sam offered politely.

She could see Kate checking out the signs for motels, restaurants and other stores and entertainment venues. This little town had it all, Sam noted the little sex shop tucked in a row small. Sam was eager to stop. Not only was she hungry but she was very anxious to get herself some sort of penis.

Kate drew her attention as she continued to awaken and she added:

"Wow... Sleeping in a car isn't a bright idea. I feel more tired than ever. What do you say we pick one of those motels and call it a day?"

"Yeah ... great idea.... I can gas up the car too.... We should grab some food too... My tummy is starting to grumble" laughed Sam.

Sam turned up a side road that Kate indicated. There was a quiet moment and Kate returned to their earlier conversation about martial arts. Kate explained:

"Yeah, I'm into a few kinds of martial arts. Mostly karate and jujitsu, with a little bit of kendo thrown in for spice. Cause sometimes punching and tossing some fool just isn't enough. Sometimes you gotta stick 'em with a sword."

Sam listened with great interest, and was spellbound when Kate mentioned sticking people with a sword. For a second she thought maybe Kate was a little off balance. But then she winked and Sam relaxed.

"You had me for a second" laughed Sam.

Kate continued:

"Seriously though, I was thinking of starting a school or something out in San Fransisco. Of course, I have no idea how to get something like that off the ground... I dunno."

"That would cool... But I bet it would cost a bundle to get it going" Sam said though trying not to discourage Kate.

"There must be a way for us to make some quick cash... With a little luck we could maybe get you up and running in your new school" Sam added with a smile. She had no idea how to make some quick honest money but San Francisco was still far away.

Kate picked the motel and they turned into a Motel 6. She spoke:

"Yeah... this'll do. Park around the side and I'll go in and get a room..."


"Yes ma'am" Sam replied without thinking.

Sam parked around the side and let Kate take care of the arrangements. She knew Kate looked older and it would be less suspicious. Without a credit card, Sam wasn't even sure if she could get a motel room on her own. Without i.d. she was up the creek unless she wanted to parade around as real herself.

No way... I'm not giving up yet Sam vowed mentally.

It was a long wait of Kate. It wasn't that she was really long, rather, she was worried that maybe Kate ran into problems. It was a relief when Kate emerged ready with a key card.

"All right.... A nice sleep tonight" Sam whispered to Kate. She was almost giddy with the thought of having a nice warm room and maybe even taking a nice hot shower or soaking in a deep hot bath.

The room itself was so special. It was a simple a one-bedroom motel room. It was clean and the air conditioner was humming as it blew cold air into the room. The room was actually chilly! Inside the room, there was a desk, a chair, a TV and a big bed. To Sam the room seemed pretty nice.

Kate seemed to look around and looked at home as she announced:

"Well, here we are, Sam. Home sweet home. And I gotta tell you... I think I need a shower. But first,"can you zip on across the street to that store and get us some food? Maybe some juice or bottled water?"

"Oh no... I'll get the food.... and the gas... if you can take care of the motel room" suggested Sam.

"I'll be about half an hour with the gas, the food and a few loose ends" explained Sam as she headed out the door.

"When I get back, I'll knock twice on the door, so you know it's me.... While I was waiting for you I show some shady looking guys on either side of us.. I think the guy on the left is a big trucker... on the other it looked like a pair of bikers" explained Sam.

Sam left the motel room and hoped into Kate's car. First stop was the gas station and a fill it. Talking to the attendant she had the oil check and topped it back up. At the little convenience store, she purchased some munchies, bottled water, coke, chips, and popcorn. Next she drove back the way they came and she smiled as she found the little sex shop.

Gathering her courage she walked in. There was a big sign that said adults only. The windows were mostly covered with dark paper. Inside, she was astonished to see rows and rows of dirty magazines and sex movies, sex toys, fetish clothing, and things she didn't have a clue what they were.

The man behind the desk was heavy set and probably in his early twenties. He was quick to challenge Sam:

"Excuse - did you read the sign! No kids in here. You gotta be 18!"

"Yes... I'm 18.... I got ID if you want" Sam bluffed. If she needed it she pull out her id and probably end up doing a whole bunch of explaining. It would be complicated but she would in this little town only overnight.

"You look young... You got cash?" the man behind the counter challenged.

"Yes Sir" Sam explained. Seeing the man nod, Sam began to start her browsing.

"What are you looking for?" the man challenged her.

"Ummm...ummm " Sam started to hesitate.

"If you tell me I can hep you... I'm an expert... I've seen it all" replied the man in a gentler and more helpful voice.

"Ummm... Well... You see.... I'm looking for a strap on... A good one... It's got to look and feel real... Not too big or too small... Durable... Not so obvious...." Sam explained nervously.

"It's got to be as real and as fully functional as possible" Sam added.

"Okay... That's cool... I got some choices over here.... I got a few that the woman buckles on behind her back..... you know with leather straps... about 10 inches long...." suggested the heavy set salesman.

"That's too big.... I need something more my size... No straps... I don't her to anyone to know that I'm even wearing it.... " Sam added.

"Oh... If it's for you... you want an enlarger... you slip it over your cock.... you use some special adhesive... presto... bigger cock... she'll never know" the salesman added with his own mischievously smile as if he figured it out.

"Ummm... ummmm .... that's a problem" Sam started to explain nervously.

"I understand... " the man am started to reply.

"What?" Sam asked nervously and she was getting confused.

"You're a cross dresser... you're a lesbian right?" the man guessed.

"You want a dick - that's double ended" he grinned.

Sam was at a complete loss of words but instead simply nodded. She wasn't exactly a lesbian but she did need a dick. How could she pass herself off as a boy without a penis?.

"Okay... This here is the Ultimaz Lesbo Rocket.... It ain't cheap.. but the features.... " the man started to explain as Sam listened. The price tag on the box nearly made her want to run. It was $200!

"You see... It doesn't strap on.... It fits over. .. you use body glue.... it's double ended too... You bury a few inches in your pussy too... The thing with the Ultimaz... when it gets warmer it grows... it's start about 3-4 inches and can grow to 6 inches. It goes from floppy to hard and it even feels veiny too.... It comes with special undies too... if you're fucking with the undies on... no one will know and you don't have to worry about anything slipping out or the glue coming undone" the heavy set man explained.

"Does it feel real though?" Sam asked nervously.

"You tell me" the man challenged as her held one end and made Sam palm the other.

"Yes it does... to the hand" Sam agreed.

"Try it in your mouth... It's warmer... Watch it grow" the man suggested.

Nervously, Samantha placed it in her mouth. To her surprise, the man grabbed her by the back of the head and started to work the plastic rubbery cock back and forth in her mouth. He was wasn't rough or anything and after she got over her urge to gag, she let it continue.

To her delight, the cock got warmer and warmer, and sure enough grew to a veiny and enlarged six inches. Samantha nodded her head that the demonstration had worked. But the man didn't stop. Samantha was shaking her head, but her worked the cock faster and faster in her mouth for several more minutes. Panic struck her and her eyes were watery. But at that moment, she felt a spasm from the plastic rubbery cock and the flow of salty creamy liquid.

The man let go of her, as he explained:

"You see it even shots pretend cum! You can alter the settings too" he laughed at his little demonstration. Sam was breathing heavy. She didn't like him anymore at all and now just wanted her new toy and wanted to get back to the motel. Now he seemed vulgar and a pig.

"I'll take it....$200 right?" Samantha spoke up as she moved towards the cash.

"Oh... that was the sale price.... it ended today... and now it's back to $275" the heavy set man explained.

"But maybe we can make a deal" he grinned from ear to ear and revealed a number of broken and jagged teeth.

"Like what?" Sam asked nervously as she felt vulnerable and now very alone with this weird man.

"Like I fuck you pussy... man to woman like... and I take $75 off" the man suggested.

Sam was furious. She held herself in check. Into her wallet she fished out the $275 and dropped it on the table top.

"Suit yourself bitch" he responded as he greedily took the money and pushed over her package.

"Thank you" Sam responded as politely as pie. She opened the box, emptied its content into her pockets and then headed out of the store. As she reached the exit door, she did something she never would have otherwise done. She dropped her pants and boxer shorts to moon the salesman. She called out:

"Kiss my ass you bastard!"

After a quick stop in the men's restroom at a fast food joint Sam was all set with her new cock. After standing in line for a few minutes she had two chicken meals ready to go. The drive back was quick enough. She pulled into the spot before their motel door. She could see the drapes flutter next door as she turned off the engine.

Sam walked up to the door and knocked twice.

"It's me Sam... I got chicken meals... and munchies too" she whispered.

Kate

As the door closed, Kate shivverd. "Great," she said to herself. "A hotel full of truckers and bikers. Well... as long as they keep to themselves, I guess I'll cope." Still, she double and tripple-checked the lock before she allowed herself to relax.

The shower was small, but in a few moments she was naked inside and the water rushing over her felt incredible, especially after such a long drive and all the shit she'd been throguh. She imagined she'd sleep all the way throguh tomorrow, and hoped she'd remember to set up a wake-up call before she fell asleep.

As she washed, her fingers slid over the bruise along her ribs and she winced a little. It was healing, but it still hurt a little bit. That had been the only time Ted had laid his hands on her in that way... he'd been drinking and for some reason had gotten it in his head that she'd been flirting with some other guys at some party he'd dragged her to. When he grabbed her and pushed her aside, she'd been to surprised and shocked to do anything, but it was the final straw. She'd already come to loathe him for other reasons, and the next evening she'd made the call.

Kate stepped out of the shower and dried off. She smiled as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Ted hadn't liked her piercings, and as a result she'd stopped wearing most of them while she was with him. There wasn't much to be done about the tats, of coruse, even though he'd offered to pay to have them removed. Fuck that! They weren't even all that overwhelming! Just the kanji character for dragon on her left shoulder, a stylized half moon around her navel, and an intricate design on the small of her back. She wasn't ashamed of her rebellious late high-school/early college years, and those tats and piercings were as much a part of her as anything else!

Acting on impulse, Kate opened her travel bag and got out her piercings. They hurt for a brief second as she slid them in. The stings as the metal nestled back into familiar places was wonderful... Kate imagined with each one that Ted was slipping further away... tongue stud, additional rings in her ears, belly button, a barbell through each nipple, and finally, the pearl and gold piercing through her clit. She looked herself over in the mirror again when she was done and smiled. She felt, for the first time since she'd met Ted a half year ago... she felt herself again.

Kate pulled on a pair of panties, then tugged on a pair of black sweat pants and an oversized t-shirt. She hadn't expected to be sharing a room... normally she slept in the buff, but that wouldn't do now. Sweatpants and t-shirt made okay impromptu pajamas though.

She ran a comb throguh her dark hair to deal with the tangles, then walked back out into the main room to flip throguh the channels. Sam was knocking on the door not long thereafter.

Kate turned the TV down and opened the door. Sam had bought not just dinner, but enough food to last the night and the next day.

"Wow! Damn, Sam! I really lucked out picking you up!"

They sat down at the small table and dug in to the chicken meals. As they did, Kate said, "The bathroom's small but it does the job if you need to grab a shower, Sam. I recomend it, actaully... it felt great! Anyway... SO! Have you given any more thoguht to what you wanna do whenever we get where you're going? I mean... it's nice and all to offer to help with my crazy school idea, but really, you're still young! You should do whatever it is you've always wanted to do!"

As she waited for his response her old habit of running her tongue stud over the insides of her teeth slid back into her life... one more thing that had annoyed Ted and that now gave her simple pleasure in reverting to.

When Kate opened the motel door, Sam was sure she had the wrong door. In front of her was a transformed woman in black sweat pants, an oversized t-shirt, a bunch of body piercings and even a few tattoos seemed evident behind the light t-shirt fabric. Sam couldn't help but look for Kate's nipples though she quickly brought her face back to eye level with Kate.

"I'm sorry Ma'am" Sam started to apologize until she figured it that it was Kate standing in the door.

"Oh my heavens... You looked so different... Really different" Sam explained nervously.


In the background Sam could hear the theme for "I Dream of Genie". Though the show was way before her time it always made her laugh. It had always made her forget her own worries for a while. When she was younger she had wished many times to be a genie.

Sam was pleased when Kate opened the door and the coolness of the motel room overwhelmed her. She grinned seeing the effect of the cold air on Kate who looked cool with her wet hair, in the icy room. Sam couldn't help trying to see her curves under the t-shirt. It was a boy thing and she figured that's what a guy would do and for some strange reason she was curious.

It must this fake dick....What am I thinking? Sam thought secretly.


As Sam handed over the chicken dinners and munchies Kate exclaimed jubilantly:

"Wow! Damn, Sam! I really lucked out picking you up!"

"Hey you've been great to me... It's only fair" Sam replied as she walked into the room.

Though the table was small, they quickly passed out the food and drinks. Sam explained about the food and other small purchases. The details about her secret purchase was left out, along her mooning the nasty man at the store. It would cause more explaining than she wanted. Sam figured that Kate was maybe buying into her being a guy and she wanted to play it out.

They sat down at the small table and dug in to the chicken meals. Sam ate her chicken first, then her fries with gravy, and last the little coleslaw salad. It was tasty and given her hunger, she quickly finished it off. She listened as Kate explained:

"The bathroom's small but it does the job if you need to grab a shower, Sam. I recommend it, actually... it felt great!"

"I would love a hot shower.. thanks" Sam replied. She was so looking forward to it once she had filled her tummy.

Without thinking, Sam scratched at the tape covering her nipples. The glue from the tape was itchy and she really was looking forward to her shower and the change to change the tape. The fake dick was still in place, though it felt really weird to have a section of it within herself. There was a sort of continuous arousal simply by its warmth and presence within her.

Kate added:

"Anyway... So! Have you given any more thought to what you wanna do whenever we get where you're going? I mean... it's nice and all to offer to help with my crazy school idea, but really, you're still young! You should do whatever it is you've always wanted to do!"

"Well... I haven't really figured it all out yet... I don't have any friends there yet... and no job waiting... I guess... I need a temporary place for a few days until I can land some sort of job... Then from there maybe an apartment or something.... A new girlfriend... and a new life.... I think I'm looking for a new life and a fresh start" Samantha added with a smile.

"Hey... You have a little something on your lip" Samantha pointed to help Kate wipe the little piece of chicken. It was at that moment that Samantha noticed Kate's sexy lips.

Wow she really is pretty Sam decided.

"Is that a stud in your tongue?" Sam asked as she caught a glimpse of metal.

"I hope our bikers and truckers haven't dropped by for a little party" teased Sam.

Sam sensing a little discomfort in Kate pushed it a little further but only in fun spirit:

"They shouldn't bother us... Unless of course they've seen how pretty you are....
Of course, if they bothered you, I expect you would give them a couple of spinning back kicks and beat them senseless" Sam added with a smile trying to relax Kate.

Finishing uo her food Sam hurried into the bathroom for her own shower....

Kate

Kate sat back and propped her feet up on the nearby bed after she was done, closing her eyes to relax for a bit. As Sam continued to eat, she spoke.

"Sorry I startled you when I opened the door, by the way. I kinda forgot you hadn't seen me with all the metal in. To tell the truth... I haven't worn this much of it in a while. I..." she paused, unsure of how much of her soap opera life she wanted to dump onto Sam. She decided to try only a little dose at first.

"I just broke up with my boyfriend last night. Officially, that is. I'd already dumped him a few weeks ago but he wasn't getting the picture. He was pretty conservative and overbearing... I'm really not sure what I saw in him in the first place. I guess I'm just stupid or needy or something. ANYway... He didn't like the piercing stuff or the tattoos, so I stopped wearing them. The piercings, anyway; not much to be done about the tats, even though he wanted me to get them removed. Putting all the piercings back in was kind of my way of prooving to myself that I've left him, and that life, behind, I guess. I like myself more with them, I tell you what. I guess I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, or an attention whore, or whatever. But fuck it... everyone needs a vice or two, yeah?"

"Anyway, yeah, it's a tongue stud." She stuck her tongue out and waggled it for Sam to see before continuing. "Hurt like a bitch getting it... not as much as some of the others, but still."

Kate blushed a little and smiled as he complimented her. "Well... thanks, Sam! A girl never gets tired of being called pretty... those tactics'll get you a new girlfriend nice and quick." Kate avoided pressing him too far, asking him too much about his past. She felt a little guilty, truth be told, about unloading all that on him herself.

"Go ahead and grab that shower. If those bikers come visiting, I'll send them flying." She winked at him as he left to take his shower. Kate sat in the chair for a moment longer, then stood. Her back and arms were aching from the combination of the long drive and the awkard pose she'd settled into while she was sleeping in the car. She checked again to make sure the door was locked, then sat down in the middle of one of the two beds, legs crossed, back straight, and closed her eyes and tried to meditate. The sound of the shower helped, and as she sat there she felt her aches slowly fading... but not quickly enough. She tried to rub at her shoulders and back but couldn't quite reach the aches. Finally, with a huff, she laid down on the bed and tried to fall asleep. But even sleep was evading her. She wondered if it was possible to be too tired to fall asleep as she lay there, staring at the patterns on the ceiling and listening to the soothing sound of the shower. And as she did, her thoughts turned to Sam.

He was an interesting guy, that much was sure. She had a feeling he was hiding something, and Kate thought she knew what it was. He hadn't finished high school yet... no way. He looked too young. Guys hit growth spurts and bulked up, even if a little, but Sam looked so waifish. He couldn't be older than 16, she thought. And then, somewhere in the back of her mind, a devilish part of her pointed out that she was only 6 years older than him if that were true...

Kate shook her head to clear it of those thoughts. It'd just be her luck that Sam's parents would track them down and have her thrown in jail for seducing a minor. It'd be bad enough if they found them sharing a hotel room... no need to even imagine anything that would make it worse!

Sam listened as Kate explained her new look:

"Sorry I startled you when I opened the door, by the way. I kinda forgot you hadn't seen me with all the metal in. To tell the truth... I haven't worn this much of it in a while. I..."

"I was just a little surprise is all.... At school there was always a few kids into that... I just ... Well my dad would have killed me if I came home with a tattoo or a body piercing. My ears are even pierced" Sam explained. For a split second, she paused in her thinking as she realized a guy would not have said a comment about piercing his ears.

Oh shit... I've got to be more careful Samantha worried.

She listened as Kate explained:

"I just broke up with my boyfriend last night. Officially, that is. I'd already dumped him a few weeks ago but he wasn't getting the picture. He was pretty conservative and overbearing... I'm really not sure what I saw in him in the first place. I guess I'm just stupid or needy or something. Anyway... He didn't like the piercing stuff or the tattoos, so I stopped wearing them. The piercings, anyway; not much to be done about the tats, even though he wanted me to get them removed. Putting all the piercings back in was kind of my way of proving to myself that I've left him, and that life, behind, I guess. I like myself more with them, I tell you what. I guess I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, or an attention whore, or whatever. But fuck it... everyone needs a vice or two, yeah?"

"Oh sure.... It's cool... If you like it... I say go for it.... You know different strokes for different folks... I'm very open minded" Sam replied. In truth, she was very open minded and hoped if her secret ever got out that other people would be like minded. It was a big risk to be parading as a man. If someone felt fooled or stupid she could easily get her face kicked in.

"I'm sorry to hear you broke up... You know a broken heart is a sad thing... Sometimes you get back together and fix things right.... But if he was a jerk or not treating you right... You're so pretty and nice you'll have another man as fast as you want" Sam replied in a gentle manner. Looking at Kate she was sure if she was a man, she'd be very interested. In the back of her mind, she pondered if she could actually seduce Kate.

"Exhibitionism is cool with me... You like to go naked and stuff?" Sam asked sounding a whole lot like any horny male. Her interest wasn't so much seeing Kate naked but her worry that she'd have to get naked too. In the dark she'd have a chance to pull off being a man, but in the light it could be much more of a challenge.

Kate explained some more:

"Anyway, yeah, it's a tongue stud... Hurt like a bitch getting it... not as much as some of the others, but still."

"Does it really tickle? I think I read that somewhere..." Sam asked.

Sam smiled when Kate blushed at his compliment. Her response was encouraging:

"Well... thanks, Sam! A girl never gets tired of being called pretty... those tactics'll get you a new girlfriend nice and quick."

"It's true... You deserve someone real special" Sam added as she prepared to hot the shower.

Kate seemed comfortable with handling any unwanted visitors:

"Go ahead and grab that shower. If those bikers come visiting, I'll send them flying."

"Okay... okay... I think they'd better not mess with the new Kate" grinned Sam.

"But if they see you exhibiting yourself... I'll need a shotgun to protect you...." grinned Sam as he implied she was so pretty and sexy they would come rushing to make love to her.

Sam(antha) was quick to enter the bathroom and close the door tight and to throw the bolt to preserve her privacy as best she could. She never considered that the little old fashioned keyhole might serve as a tool to betray her secret. Turning on the shower, brought steam and heat to the small bathroom. Samantha quickly removed her men's clothing and stood looking in the mirror naked torso. The tape held firm and her hard poky nipples were inverted thanks to the sticky tape. It was certainly itchy and soon she'd be able to address that urge.

With a gentle motion, she slipped out her end of the rubbery strapless strap-on penis. As she removed it, she felt a certain tenderness to her sweet pussy. There was a certain relief as it had been embedded in her for about 10 minutes and she was very sensitive to its presence. There was a certain horniness she could yet place or fully realize. Even though the rubbery penis was fake, and no so large, it seemed enormous to Samantha when she wore it. It even seemed awkward as it was stuffed in her underwear.

The shower was hot and delicious. The grim and dirt from the road quickly washed away under the pounding stream of hot water. She washed her body from top to bottom and every inch in between. When she emerged from the shower twenty minutes later, she was smelling like fresh soap and shampoo. Her soft hands an soft skin, she never considered might betray her secret.

Quickly she dried herself off. Combed her short boy-like hair cut. Brushed her teeth. Repositioned her fake prick. Got dressed in her previous and headed out to speak to Kate.

"That was wonderful....." Sam stated as she emerged.

"I'm zonked.... You have the bed... I can sleep on the floor?" Sam suggested. She was intent on getting a good rest.

No sooner as she finished speaking and they could hear the banging of a bed against their wall coming from the biker's motel room. There was a few soft screams, some groaning, and the steady thumping of a bed.

Kate

Kate sat in the chair for a few moments, thinking about things. She still felt on edge, but not nearly as much as she had been. It was strange... talking with Sam... just being with him, really, kind of relaxed her. Or maybe it was just relaxing to have the piercings in. Probably a combination.

The sound of the shower starting roused her, and she stood up and cleared the food containers off the table, stuffing them back into the large plastic bag they'd arrived in and jamming that whole affair into the room's only wastecan. She stretched, then glanced over at the door. For a moment, she found herself actually considering peeking through the keyhole, then giggled to herself as she thought more of it. Knowing her luck, Sam'd open the door right then and presto! Instant awkwardness.

Instead, Kate lay down on the bed, stretching her arms and legs to the four corners. She heard a door slam and the muffled sounds of voices and laughter through the relatively thin hotel wall... the bikers must have finally come home.

And soon enough, the shower stopped. A few minutes later, Sam emerged, hair tossled and skin aglow. Kate was struck again by his appearance, mostly his complexion this time. She remembered high school... and how even in her senior year most of the guys had at least a few echos of acne or zits to show... battle badges from four years of grueling warfare in the trenches of public education. Not Sam though.

"I'm zonked.... You have the bed... I can sleep on the floor..." he said, and before Kate could protest, a loud thump shook the room. Immediately after, the sounds of hot, heavy, biker sex came through the wall; the initial thump had apparently been them falling onto the bed. For a few seconds, Kate listened, her eyes wide and her gaping mouth slowly turning into a smile. Sam seemed about to say something, but Kate held her finger up to her lips to shush him.

"Check this out," she whispered. She then began shaking back and forth on the bed, pantomiming the act and throwing the bed through the motions. It began to rock, the headboard bumping against the wall against the rhythm next door. After a few more moments, Kate let loose a loud cry, followed by another, and another. She felt the urge to laugh welling up inside her too, but forced that back as she continued to pretend to have sex. She began yelping, grunting, and just as her bed's rhythym fell into sync with the one next door... their neighbors fell silent.

Kate froze, looking back at Sam and pressing her hand to her mouth to stop the laughter. A second later she snorted, and had to grab a pillow to stifle the torrent of giggles that came thereafter. She managed to get herself back in control in a few moments, then leaned over to press her ear against the wall.

"Sounds like they're still going at it, but they've moved to the floor or something. Wait... now they're talking. Shit! Can't quite figure out what they're saying..." She listened a moment longer, then when it became obvious that they wern't going to go at it again and didn't seem ready to come next door to see what she'd been up to, Kate shrugged and turned back to face Sam.

"A girl's gotta do something to keep entertained, don't you think? Anyway, are you sure you're cool with taking the floor? Here... take this big blanket. If you wrap up in it like a burrito or something it'll give ya a little padding at least..."

Before Sam could say a word about the thumping of the bed next door against their shared wall, Kate held her finger up to her lips and he didn't speak. Sam didn't know what to so, but Kate took the occasion and made her laugh as she whispered:

"Check this out..."

Sam couldn' believe the little show that Kate put on. Kate had jumped onto the bed began shaking back and forth on the bed, pantomiming the act and throwing the bed through the motions.

Sam eyes went wide as with her rocking motion, the headboard began bumping against the wall against the rhythm of the bed next door.

Oh no.... funny yes... I hope they don't get angry next door.... I should tell her to stop... But I can't... too damn funny Sam thought secretly. Sam was grinning as she watched, as Kate let loose a loud cry, followed by another, and another. It was an exotic performance. Kate looked fantastic even as she tried to hold back her own laughter. When she began to yelp, and grunt, Sam felt her arousal growing thanks to the combination of the strap on and Kate's nifty performance. Without realizing it, her expensive strap on two ended dick was getting warmer and warmer, and sure enough it was growing just like a hard-on.

When the bikers next door stopped their noisy wall banging sex, Sam's first thought was "we're dear" thought she didn't voice it. When Kate froze and pressed her hand to her mouth, Sam didn't say a peep. However, if Kate was looking she'd notice the hard-on. Sam grinned as Kate muffled her laughter with a pillow before placing her ear against the wall.

Kate shared her thoughts:

"Sounds like they're still going at it, but they've moved to the floor or something. Wait... now they're talking. Shit! Can't quite figure out what they're saying..."

"Oh well... That was entertaining though... Both of you" Sam grinned. This was a fun shared moment.

Kate seemed so fun and full of life as she declared:

"A girl's gotta do something to keep entertained, don't you think? Anyway, are you sure you're cool with taking the floor? Here... take this big blanket. If you wrap up in it like a burrito or something it'll give ya a little padding at least..."

I've got to learn from Kate.... to relax a little more and let loose Sam decided.

"Oh sure... You don't need to give me the fluffy comforter... I'd rather you be warm... There's carpetting... I'll be fine... Much better than the side of a highway in any event"

Sam had no idea as she reached for a smaller blanket, that her hardon was pressing against her jeans.

"You feel free to watch TV or whatever... I think I'm going to get a head start in the sleep department" Sam explained as she made a make shift bed on the floor and lay down. Sam didn't bother to pull off her shirt or jeans which may have seemed a little odd.

Outside the motel room, there was a sound of motorbikes. It seemed like another pair of bikers had arrived to visit next door.

"What is this a convention?" laughed Sam as she pointed to the door with her finger.

Kate

"Wow... this place must do booming business in the horny biker circuit," Kate muttered as she lay back on the bed. She looked down at Sam and saw the bulge in the front of his pants and couldn't help smiling a little... she had no doubt she'd been the cause of it, and for a moment she was siezed with the urge to ask him into the bed with her. A few seconds later, common sense kicked in and she sighed sleepilly. "Anyway... I think I'm gonna try to get some sleep too. I'd like to get a lot of driving done tomorrow... maybe even reach the Rocky Mountains? If we're up and going by 9:00, I think we can reach them by nightfall..."

Kate reached over to the lamp and clicked the switch. The room plunged into darkness... or rather, a pale imitation of darkness. The streetlights outside were bright enough to seep through the cheap blinds in the window, giving the room a faint yellow glow.

Kate wrapped herself in the comforter and sighed contentedly. But as she lay there, her feeling of contentment faded, replaced by a gnawing worry. What was she thinking? She didn't know anyone on the West Coast at all! Her entire family was on the East Coast, and even though she and they didn't get along... she could always count on her mother for a place to stay or a few extra bucks if she needed them. She hadn't even told them where she was going, but if she had, wouldn't Ted have found out when he invariably dropped by to "visit"? Kate's mother was a big fan of Ted, and she'd not think twice about ratting her daughter out to him if he put on the worried boyfriend face.

For what seemed like an hour, Kate lay in the bed, eyes wide open yet her body exhausted. Finally, somehow... she fell asleep.

* * * * * *

The nightmares were, of course, waiting. As they progressed, she began to thrash and kick. Her voice, garbled and slurred with deep sleep, mentioned names and fragments of sentances... "Ted," "...enough of it..." "...cops don't give a shit..." "...can't..." "...I WON'T..." "...get the FUCK OUT!"

This last fragment was enough to wake her, and she pushed up against the headboard. Her skin was clammy with sweat and she wasn't sure where she was... had Ted caught her and thrown her in a prison cell? Or somewhere worse? Suddenly, there was a pounding to her left, the sound of someone knocking loudly on a door. She wasn't sure if it was hers or another door nearby, but as she tried to puzzle it out, she froze as she saw a dark shape rise in the gloom at the foot of the strange bed she was in. It had to be Ted! He'd found her!

With the plan to be on the road by 9 AM in her mind, Sam, was just about to go to sleep when she remember she had washed her dirty clothes from the day. She wanted to do a quick sink wash f her boy's underwear and white tube socks. She hurried to the bathroom in the darkness, and in quick order using the hand soap and the sink, had them washed, rinsed, water squeezed out and had them hanging in the shower to dry overnight. It never dawned on Sam that most men were such neat freak freaks.

When Sam crashed, she had a few things on her mind. First there was Kate in the bed above her. Sam was very curious about her. She had never thought of herself as a lesbian, but there was something special about Kate that drew her in. The confusing part was that Sam wasn't sure if she was fantasizing about Kate in her male or female identity. Sam had no idea she was slowly developing a split personality.

Thoughts of Rocky Mountains danced around in her head too. She had never traveled much. Since her father had been a trucker, he liked to spend holidays and vacations at home. She had heard that the Rockies were spectacular and she was eager to see them up close.

As her eyes closed and she drifted into sleep, dark figures of bikers drifted into her brain. There was always a certain taboo about bikers. They meant trouble from booze to drugs, to parties to fights, to pimping and murder. The fact that there were bikers next door and that they had sort of messed with them a little earlier gave a little tingling to Sam's brain. Kate was very pretty and if they were drunk and horny, they may come looking for women. The vague shapes of dark biker figures were starting to fade away when Sam heard Kate's garbled and slurred speech calling out:

"Ted..... ......................... ...enough of it.......................................cops don't give a shit.............................................can't... .......................................I WON'T... ....................................................get the FUCK OUT!"

Sam awoke to clearly hear and understand the "get the fuck out" and she jumped to her feet assuming someone had broken into their motel room. She scanned the room as her eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light from outside.

Sam didn't see anyone there. She didn't know what the hell was going on until she saw Kate on the bed, and it looked like she had been tossing and turning all through her sleep.Sam resisted the urge to lay beside her and to comfort her with a big hug. Standing at the foot of the bed, Sam turned with a startled look as there was several thumps to the motel door.

"Shit" Sam mumbled as she moved towards the door.

Kate

Although the nightmare still loomed large and terrifying at the back of her head, Kate woke further from her troubled sleep as the figure at the foot of the bed made its stumbling way toward the door. Suddenly, her memory returned.

"Sam!" she whispered loudly. "Don't open it! I'm sure they're just lost... looking for their pals next door. Just don't say anything!"

She waited, holding her breath as she clutched the comforter to her chest and pressed her back against the headboard. Thankfully, Sam did indeed stop just before he reached the door, hesitant. Several seconds passed, and Kate was sure he was reaching for the doorknob as another, final round of pounding on their door filled the room.

They heard a voice out there, suddenly. It was muffled, but Kate could make it out.

"The fuck you doing, Charlie? We're down here! You too drunk to remember the fuckin' room number?"

Charlie gave some half-mumbled retort, and Kate heard heavy footsteps leading to the left. She heard those footsteps enter the room next door, and then the sounds of laughter and voices.

She exhaled slowly. She was shivvering now, partially from the remaining terror of the nightmare and partially because her sweat-soaked body was cold in the night air. Her eyes sought out Sam's form in the gloom, and she couldn't tell for sure if he could see the shape she was in. Right now, all she wanted was to be comforted, to be held. But now, as vulnerable as she felt, she couldn't ask for anything of the sort. So she just sat there on the bed, shivvering and clutching her comforter as she closed her eyes and tried to calm herself down.

OOC:
Male, 18 years old. Black hair+eyes, about 5'11, 165 lbs. Tan. Muscular Build.

I've recently moved into the house next to kate's, and have had an eye on her for a long time. I'm laying in my living room, watching baywatch when I see her walk in the house with another girl. Curiously, I get up from the sofa and go to the window, watching them both settle down.

A few minutes later, I go back to my living room, when I hear kate's yelling. I quickly get up from the bed, knowing its a good excuse to talk to the ladies I quickly go out of the house, and knock kate's door.