Big Sky - Broad Shoulders (For Lady Kit and then Open to all by written selection)

[StarXChyld]

OOC: Please note the part of Roxanne's girlfriend will be played by Lady Kit.

Roxanne glanced at the sign on the side of the highway, "Tastee Freeze - Next Exit", and then back at the sleeping beauty riding shotgun beside her. The thought of another order of fried cheese balls made her stomach churn but they were on a tight budget as well as a tight schedule. They needed to make it to Montana by the end of the month for the closing on the ranch or their entire dream would go up in a puff of smoke. After all the years of planning and saving for this moment, she couldn't. . . No, wouldn't allow that to happen.

This had all happened a lot faster than they expected but life has a way of doing that to you. You can dream. You can plan. And then life happens and you either roll with it or you throw up your hands and give up. Neither one of them were quitters. So here they were, barreling down some desolate highway in a rented RV with all their worldly possessions and a half million dollars in cash. Plus, three cats and five dogs that were tolerating each other much better than expected. Good thing too, because the ranch was already established as an animal sanctuary and these guys would be the animal ambassadors for the whole shebang.

Roxanne hadn't expected her father to resurface in her life after twenty odd years, yet alone die six months later of a brain tumor, leaving her his sole beneficiary. Her beautiful best friend hadn't expected that her youngest child would choose a stint in the military over college, thus freeing her up financially four years earlier than expected. The $10,000 Roxanne won in Vegas the previous month sealed the deal, especially when they saw the ad for the Montana property listed at a distressed price.

In a perfect world, this was supposed to be five years later and another half million in the bank. They were supposed to be flying First Class to Arizona to build the estate of their dreams where they both could pursue the business of their choice.

But life threw them a curve and they were swinging for the bleachers.

Roxanne eased off the highway and headed towards the Tastee Freeze, snuffing her cigarette out in the ashtray. She carefully pulled the RV into a parking space in the back of the lot and killed the engine. Somewhere in the rear of the RV one of her beloved dogs stretched and let out a soft Rooooooooo. Sleeping Beauty's eyes fluttered open and she glanced over at Roxanne. “My turn to drive?”

Roxanne smiled and shook her head. “Nope. Just a potty break for the pups and a quick bite to eat. Hopefully, we'll make Minneapolis by nightfall.” Roxanne prayed she seemed optimistic.

“Tastee Freeze?” A low groan followed. “I don't think I can eat another fast food item ever again in my life, Roxanne!”

Roxanne's hand fell on her friend's bare tanned knee. “I know, sweetie. I know. But we're trying to save all our money for the ranch. Once we close, we're still going to have a zillion expenses.”

Sleeping Beauty nodded. “I know you're right. I just wish I could sink my teeth into a nice big juicy piece of meat that didn't come out of a wrapper.”

Roxanne slid her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose and smiled wickedly at her girlfriend, “I might be able to fix that problem, darlin'. Just bear with me until we reach Minneapolis and I think I can make your wish come true.”

Sleeping Beauty opened the door of the RV and jumped down. Glancing back at Roxanne she chuckled, “Why am I very afraid of that statement?”

Roxanne shrugged her shoulders innocently, her baby blues flashing mischievously. In a smooth southern drawl she said, “Whatever do ya mean, darlin'?”

“Exactly.” With a snort of amusement and a slam of the RV door, Sleeping Beauty strode off to check on her cats.

OOC: If you're interested in meeting Roxanne and her girlfriend as they travel across the country to Montana, please feel free to post. Just like in real life, we may or may not pick you up depending on if you strike our fancy.

Have a nice day and Remember: Save a Life, Adopt a Pet.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Camille

A delicate nose wrinkled at the scent of old grease and restaurant dumpsters that wafted through the parking lot. Tastee Freeze, Sonic, Rallys it didn’t matter, in the back of the buildings, invariably the only place to park the Big Rig, they all smelled the same. Except for one sausage stand in the middle of nowhere, the last decent food they’d had since leaving Chicago.

Camille climbed into back of the RV and listened to the familiar greetings of her cats, and the friendly woofing of Roxies dogs. Dogs! How she ever fell for a dog lover was still a mystery but fallen hard and fast she had. She smiled ruefully as made her way through the organized chaos present in the RV; boxes, containers and the assorted possessions of two women where who were, in effect, running away to pursue their dreams. Regrettably, most of the stuff belonged to Camille. Roxie never seemed to notice, even though large computer, monitor, and printer boxes effectively blocked the normal access from the front to the back.

“Hey Babe, you want the usual?” Roxie asked from the drivers seat.

“No I want a lovely bottle of wine and a nice big steak.” Camille muttered under her breath, but it was no good whining about it. They had to keep a good attitude about the trip, and they had to conserve their limited resources. So she forced some enthusiasm into her response and called out in the affirmative.

It didn’t take long to tend the cats and she spent a few moments scratching ears and rubbing the warm fur bodies. She hated keeping them restricted to the sleeping area of the vehicle, but it was safer than letting them run loose and torment the dogs. The little hair bags seemed to delight in setting up ambushes from the tops of any available surface and the dogs were helpless victims.

A quick look outside revealed her companion on the way back from the service window. Camille darted into the small bathroom splashed her face and hands with water and frowned at her reflection in the mirror. The knot that was supposed to confine her blonde locks on top of her head had loosened while she slept letting long tendrils of fine pale hair hang around her face and neck. She tucked it in place as best she could, but knew that by the time she was out the door it would be down again. Her white tank top and denim shorts looked rumpled, but they were clean. It was a far cry from the designer suits she'd worn for years, but this was a new life where silky nylons and high heels had no place. Before she could give any more thought to her appearance, she heard the familiar steps of her partner.

“I’m on my way out Rox. Park your pretty butt at one of those tables and I’ll bring us some drinks.”

Lunch would be quick, followed by a short romp with the dogs then they’d be back on the road. Roxanne kept them to a rigid schedule; she’d planned the trip down to the last mile of road and bowl of kibble. For all the planning, the fast food and the cramped quarters of the RV Camille found herself smiling more often than not. As new lives went, so far, this one was pretty good.

 

[Subo97]

The Best Man

Kevin Bradbury stood beside his nervous friend, James, and winked across the aisle at the cranberry clad Maid of Honor across the aisle before turning his attention to his friend's approaching bride. Sheila, appropriately blushing as she approached the altar, was as beautiful as the Irish lace stretched across her full bosom. A magnificent bosom it was, as Kevin remembered, thinking back to a past time as Sheila had knelt straddling him, those magnificent , pink tipped breasts thrust forward as her back arched in orgasm. "Oh God, Kevin....you're the best...you're the best.." she had shuddered and collapsed on to his chest.

"God, isn't she beautiful," Kevin heard James whisper.

"You're a lucky man," Kevin answered, patting his friend on the shoulder. If James was really lucky, she'd wear the same see through pink number she had worn when she and Kevin had stayed at that bed and breakfast in Wisconsin. But that was in the past, before she met James. Far from jealous, Kevin was happy for his friend. He, after all, had introduced them and James had never known of the history of his friends. They had stopped seeing each other when James got serious. Bottom line: Kevin would never as "The Question" while James was eager to do so.

Glancing back at the Maid of Honor, Kevin caught her looking at him. She blushed, lowering her eyes. He held his eyes on her until she raised her head and looked at him again, smiling at her, watching her eyes widen in classic response. As soon as the ceremony was over, there'd be many oppurtunities for closeness: wedding party photos, dinner and dancing. Weddings were like fast food foreplay and he did have a room reserved at the Hilton where the reception would be held.

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".........and finally, to my two great friends, may their life be filled forever with just a portion of the happiness they have both given me." Kevin raised his champagne glass and sipped, pretending not to notice the blush that his toast had induced on the bride's cheeks and flowed down inot her delightful cleavage.

"What do you say?" he shouted, "Let's get this party on the road."

 

[StarXChyld]

Let the Games begin!

Cami fell right back to sleep once they hit the road again. Roxanne turned on the radio and concentrated on the road ahead. A couple of hours later, she was pulling the RV into the parking lot of the Minneapolis Hilton when Cami's eyes fluttered open. “Where are we?”

“Minneapolis, sweetie. Hope you brought your dancing shoes.” Roxanne giggled as she swung the RV into a wide space in the back of the parking lot.

“Dancing shoes? Wha. . ?” Cami's question was drowned out by the honking of car horns as a procession of limos pulled into the parking lot behind them. Cami glanced over at the limos for a second, “Oh geez, another one bites the dust.”

“Now, now, now, Cami. Is that anyway to talk about your cousin?” Roxanne was already gathering her things off the dashboard of the RV.

“My cousin?!” The question was directed at Rox but Cami's eyes were clearly on the wedding party exiting their cars. Not a single one looked like her relatives.


Two hours later, Rox and Cami floated down the stairs of the main ballroom at the Minneapolis Hilton dressed in their most elegant outfits that they had brought along. If it hadn't been for the two shots of tequila they had had moments earlier in the hotel bar, there was no way Cami would have the guts to pull this off. As it was, she was ready and willing for anything Rox might have in mind.

“Just follow my lead, darlin'.” Roxanne slid her hand into Cami's and led her towards the wedding receiving line. She quickly made a note of the 200 guests already mingling in the banquet hall. She pulled an envelope out of her bag and made her way towards the blue-haired woman with a corsage that almost covered her whole chest standing closest to the entrance.

Thrusting the card into Grandma's hands and kissing her boldly on the lips, Roxanne exclaimed, “Oh my gosh! This is the most beautiful wedding I've ever seen! Don't you agree, Cami?”

Cami nodded dumbly as Grandma Blue-Hair cheeks brightened. “Oh heavens to Betsy, girls. It's so nice of you to come. You must be related to the groom.”

Roxanne grabbed Grandma's hand and twirled her around, “And you. . .Look at you! You must be the bride's sister, yes?”

Grandma giggled like a schoolgirl and pinched Roxanne's cheek, “Go on, child. Be off with you - You little vixen!”

With that, Roxanne grabbed Cami's arm and pulled her out of the receiving line and into the crowd of people surrounding the first bar just off to the left of the entrance. Turning to Cami and pulling her in close, Roxanne whispered, “And that my dear, Cami, is how you crash a wedding. Drink up, darlin'. Let's eat, drink and get merry - for tomorrow we're back on the road again.”

They had both just got their first round of drinks when they heard the Best Man's toast, "Let's get this party on the road!"

Roxanne nudged Cami towards two empty seats at one of the tables in the back. "You heard the man - Let's party, darlin'!"

 

[Lady_Kit]

“I’ve never crashed a party in my life! I was a respectable woman once.”

Camille called to Roxanne while they made their way through throngs of real guests.

“Yes, sweetie, I know you were and I’m doing my best to change that.”

Roxanne responded, glancing over her shoulder, while giving Cami the smile that made her insides melt.

“Believe me, Roxanne, your efforts do not go unnoticed,” she smiled in return and when the crowd pushed them close, discreetly patted Roxannes’ beautiful ass and whispered, “nor will they be unrewarded.”

The other occupants of the round table, two men and woman were awkwardly silent, like strangers seated together on a crowed bus. No one seemed to know anyone else, either these were distant cousins or abandoned spouses. The third drink started to kick in as they arrived, liberating Cami to say the first thing that popped into her mind.

“Oh thank Goodness! A friendly face!

Roxie, didn’t I tell you that there must be someone here that we know?”

Camille turned her brilliant smile on high beam and before long they were all chatting like long lost friends. Camille was feeling pretty sure they’d pull it off when she caught sight of the grandmother-type from the doorway. The woman was bearing down on their table at full speed and leading the bride and possibly her mother in tow. Roxie seemed unconcerned, but then she could also whisper to an anxious dog until it went from near rabid to docile. Roxanne was amazing, and in this case, would work best alone.

“I’ll just get us some fresh drinks. Be back in a moment.”

She rose gracefully and turned; the skirt of her raspberry hued dress flared, exposing a length of tanned leg, then drifted into place with the quiet whisper of fine silk against bare skin. Her shoes were slim heeled, finely strapped, and crossed her foot and ankle in a most provocative way…or so the salesman had said. Of course, these things were not on her mind at the moment, in fact, the only thing she was focused on was the approaching fleet of females. As she told Roxie later, that’s why she ran into the man. Just plain inattention.

 

[StarXChyld]

Bumping into not-so-strangers

“Plain inattention, my a. . .!” Roxanne would mutter hours later as the palm of her hand landed smartly on Cami's creamy soft bottom.

Camille had been attracting attention from admiring males for as long as Roxanne had known her. Whether she bumped into them or the other way around, Roxanne found herself in many a situation where Camille had just stumbled across some gorgeous hunk of a male. The encounters had always wound up friendly but unproductive in Roxanne's eyes. That was because Camille was unaware of her sex appeal after being married to a squid for so many years. Camille's ex could best be described as deaf, dumb and blind. In Roxanne's eyes, he was really dumb - and really blind.

Roxanne's senses on the other hand had always been on “high alert” when Camille was in the room. That's why she didn't notice Grandma's quick approach to the table. Her eyes were glued to the back of Camille's tanned calf. It wasn't until Roxanne's eyes locked onto Katrina Foremast's steely gaze that she realized how cornered she was.

Grandma Foremast's mouth was moving and Roxanne knew she was saying kind things about her but neither Katrina nor Roxanne heard the words. They were both watching the same image play before their eyes. . .

Roxanne and Jimmy Foremost in his parent's basement going to 3rd base for the second time (Roxanne always gave as good as she got) and rounding home plate as Katrina Foremost struggled down the basement stairs with a load of dirty laundry. Roxanne was just about to saddle Jimmy up for the ride of his life when Mrs. Foremost stumbled down the bottom stair. She slid down to the floor as Roxanne slid down Jimmy's red hot rod and they both screamed in unison. That was the first time Roxanne's eyes locked unto Katrina's steely gaze and now, twenty years later, she was reliving the moment.

Thank god for Grandma! She grabbed Katrina's hand and scooted her granddaughter bride off to the next table before either woman had a chance to speak. But Katrina's cold green eyes stayed fixed on Roxanne as she was led off. Roxanne knew this would be a short night.

In all the weddings that were going on that evening across the nation, how could she be so lucky as to stumble upon her ex-boyfriend's wedding? Only in my world, Roxanne mused to herself as she daintily finished her raspberry sorbet.


OOC: Okay, folks this is it! Feel free to jump in where you think you might and we'll go from there!

 

[Subo97]

Kevin's lucky encounter

Having downed the champagne toast and launching his two friends into heavenly bliss, Keving left the head table and headed to the bar in search of stronger libation. Friends, relatives and absolute strangers were lining up with envelopes full of money for the oppurtunity to dance with Sheila, step on her toes and look into her lacy cleavage. If she danced as close as Kevin remembered, they'd probably be able to afford a new washer and dryer. He recalled how she liked to slide her thigh between his, moving against him until his hardness pressed against her. Invariably, they would end up in a men's room stall, Sheila's legs wrapped around his waist, mouth biting on his shoulders to stifle her screams.

"Now, where is that bridesmaid?", he thought as he picked up his drink from the bartender. No sense in letting a romantic milieu go to to waste. Turning to scan the room for the young maid, a young woman, head turned the other way, stepped right into him.

"Oh my," the woman exclaimed as she wobbled on her heeels and began to fall. Holding his drink steady in his left hand, Kevin reached out his right behind her backto prevent her falling further. Her pelvis pressed against his thigh and as his hand pressed her upper body forward, she rose to press against his chest, her own chest delightfully soft against his tuxedo. Flustered, she attempted to stammer an apology, still glancing anxiously behind her.

"It's all right," Kevin said, his hand still pressed against the raspberry satin that covered her back. "As a matter of fact, it's more than all right. I haven't bumped into anyone as delightful as you in a long time. Can I get you a drink?"

"I was just getting some for my friend and myself," she answered, nodding toward a table just being vacated by Katrina and Grandma Foremost. If only Jimmy had more of Grandma and less of Katrina.

"Well, then, I'll help you," he smiled. "Then you can introduce us. My name is Kevin.

"Camille," she answered somewhat nervously and quickly turned to the bar to order drinks. Kevin picked up one and followed her to her table, noticing the sway in her hips beneath the raspberry satin, his eyes lowering to take in her tanned legs. Her shapely calves were taut, perched above her high heeled shoes.Exquisite , he thought, the bridesmaid now a distant memory.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Making new friends

Roxanne smiled a welcome when Camille arrived back at the table, then lifted one delicate brow as she noted the man following close behind.

“Making new friends, Cami?”

“um…just someone I bumped into. His name is Kevin. Kevin, this is Roxanne.”

Kevin held a vacant chair for Camille then, nodding toward the departing Foremost Flotilla handed Roxanne her cocktail.

“Looks like we arrived just in time.”

Camille watched Roxanne react to Kevins manners and banter; while she watched the way his tux fit smoothly over his shoulders and back. She liked what she saw. From what she felt when he pulled her close to keep her from falling, the attractive figure he showed on the outside, was due to fine body underneath. When Roxi invited him to join them at the table Cami grinned. It seemed her friend felt the same. The party was definitely looking up.