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Withdrawing slightly I press forward again, arching my back until she accepts all of me, somehow magically fitting my entire girth inside her.
Covering her mouth with mine, I start to move with her, and she begins to move with me too. Owen nibbles the back of her neck, flicking her nipples with his fingers as I thrust into her a little bit harder, a little bit faster, soon working like familiar lovers.
It's so natural, so effortless. And so perfect, when I come it's like nothing I've felt before. It's like fireworks, mortars, an electrical transformer struck by lightning showering sparks everyw
here. I heave myself into her, drenching her insides with my seed.
Her kisses are so sweet now, sopping with hormones, filled with her own lust. Her body is covered in a film of sweat and she smells like lavender and salt. I hear Owen’s zipper as it goes down and he lines himself up.
“My turn,” he murmurs softly.
She nods, taking my lips again in a sweet, lingering kiss as he enters her smoothly, plunging himself deep inside, exploring this sweet Angel we found. His hands grip her waist. Though he is careful not to be too rough with this perfect, delicate creature, she begins grinding, begging for more. She wants it so badly, I can taste the lust on her tongue.
He comes with a roar, and the three of us rock together, riding those waves of bliss that we have finally shared. We are joined in the way nature intended, finally at peace with ourselves, finally at peace with the future.
As we drift off to sleep, cradled in each other’s arms, I realize that finally, all my dreams can be happy ones. Finally I have found peace.
Angel
It actually takes us four days to get to California. Brother Owen said that he wanted to go the long way. There were all kinds of things that he had never gotten to see, like Chattanooga. Oklahoma. The Mississippi and Colorado Rivers. Snow in the mountains.
I just can't get over how big this country is. It seems like my life has always been very small, bordered by falling down fences on three sides and the love and support of all the people that I knew. But really, it's huge. Those songs that we sang, like with purple mountains majesty? We really have purple mountains! Amber waves of grain? That's a real thing!
Mile after mile, I just open my heart to all the wonder that there is. Sometimes cold, sometimes hotter than I could have possibly imagined, still, riding on the back of a motorcycle across the country has been an unbelievable dream come true.
Only, it wasn’t my dream. It was Owen’s. I didn't know enough about the world to even dream it.
I see him smiling proudly at me from time to time when he is showing me something new. Little by little, I am getting to know him more. He’s a dreamer, maybe even more than Father Daddy. He is always looking ahead, looking for more.
In Georgia, they have red clay roads. They're terrible for the motorcycle when it's raining, but it wasn't raining for us. The dust was fine and got all up in my nose. But still, something totally strange and wonderful to see. He seemed so proud to show it to me.
We keep to the back roads, away from the highways. That's another reason it's taking so long. But from what I gather, I'm not supposed to be here. I'm not supposed to be anywhere.
I didn't know what the man at the motel was talking about when we first left, that I needed an ID. I have nothing. I don't even have a last name. If we got pulled over by the police, I would have no way to prove who I am.
That's how they explain it to me, but it doesn't make any sense. Of course I'm someone. Just because the police don't know I am, doesn't mean I don't exist. It's ridiculous. But apparently there are laws that say I have to have certain kinds of pieces of paper. I need to be in the system, whatever that is. I need to be documented.
Father Daddy says that he'll work this out when we get to LA. Los Angeles means City of Angels, and that just makes me giggle. A whole city, just for me? I know that's not it, but it's still fun to say.
Southern California is yet another desert. This is also a surprise. I thought deserts were distributed perhaps one per country. I didn't know that the country could have more than one. Just another silly assumption because I didn't know anything about anything.
It's hot, but there are no mosquitoes. The light is golden everywhere. The sky is enormous. We sail through roads that shimmer at the far end and look like they're covered in water but when we get there, there's no water at all. Just more brown sand and dirt everywhere. Cactuses.
Everywhere we go, whether it's to eat or use the bathroom or camp, Father Daddy and Brother Owen stand on either side of me, like they’re my bodyguards. I'm not supposed to wander off. I'm not supposed to talk to strangers. I'm still enclosed in their protection.
If we need to get something, Brother Owen will go and get it. Father Daddy will stand next to me and wait. I don't need to do anything.
I don't do anything but daydream. I imagine that our new house is a bright white castle on a hill. Father Daddy said once it was in the hills of LA, so I'm pretty sure I have the hill part right. Trying to stretch my mind forward, I yearn to see a vision of our new life that I can access.
Will I be a housewife? A queen? The auntie of our new Kingdom Come? I don't know. I can't wait to find out. The possibilities are endless.
Eventually, we come to the ocean. It doesn't look anything like I thought it would. It's so big that the horizon doesn't even contain it. It just sort of fades into mist at the far end, though I know it eventually circles around to Asia somehow.
It smells like… the ocean, I suppose. I’ve heard people say that before, but it's really intense. Salty. Kind of feral, almost like a barnyard or something. Just a little bit filthy.
But so beautiful. The waves make a frightening amount of noise. Brother Owen asked me if I wanted to touch the water, but not yet. Today the waves are over my head. I'm afraid I will be swept out to sea.
There are thousands of cars and bikes on the highway. We turn off and begin the slow climb up the side of what looks like a small mountain. There are palm trees. The road zags back and forth, climbing ever higher. Houses seem to go all the way to the top. They’re enormous. Windows gape toward the ocean like eyes, all staring at the water at the same time.
