Crossing the Rubicon

Author's note:

Remember friends, this is a work of fiction. All names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons or places, living or dead, real or fictitious, or actual events is purely coincidental. And don't try this at home or at work....

In our last chapter the cross dressing Rune, now called Erin, had been 'discovered' by Kokoro, a co-worker and 'friend', and things had not gone well.

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I thought that I could somehow avoid Kokoro and stay in town, working, but that was not to be. A day after I got back from LA a tire on my car was slashed. The next day, on my way into work, I was stopped by a sheriff's deputy and my car was given the once over. Nothing was found of course, but the threat of future trouble hung in the air as the deputy wished me a polite but ominous 'See ya'll later."

The icy cold stare from not only Kokoro, but several other staff, confirmed that there was no way I would be staying on. The words of Debbie, the hot wife at Walmart, began ringing in my ears, "We don't get a lot of folk like you out here. This is god fearing, Christian country."

I did my shift as best as I could whilst avoiding the other staff as much as possible. There was no telling who Koroko had told and who would make life difficult for me. So I kept my head down and got on with things.

It was mid evening when I stopped by Jack's room. He was asleep in his bed and looked like he'd aged a year in the last week and his breath rattled in his chest. He didn't look good.

I took a break around midnight and went to get the sushi I had brought in and left in the staff fridge. My food container was there, but it was now sans sushi. This was yet another sign of trouble. I'd never had any food go missing, and never heard that anyone else had either.

I wrote a resignation letter a little later on, giving immediate notice, and left it in the boss's note box in the staff room. I sent a copy via a scheduled email that would go out at 7.30 am. I felt bad that I had given my word I would stay there for longer than this, but there was no way I could stay. Not now.

I collected my belongings as my shift drew to a close and stopped by Jack's room on my way out. He sounded a little more settled in his sleep but his paleness was concerning. I held his hand for a minute and wordlessly thanked him for his friendship. I turned to leave and my eyes hit upon the picture from Christmas day. He looked so happy in my hug. He may have been, in his own words, 'a crazy old coot', but he had been nothing but accepting of me. I turned and touched his hand one last time.

"Thanks Jack," I said, audibly this tine, as I wiped a solitary tear from my cheek.

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I got to the end of state route 136, where it intersects with 34 and took a deep breath. I'd stopped here in tears just a few months ago hoping to find a new beginning. I'd turned around that time and headed back to this small town. At first life was good, but it eventually turned out to be more of the same dysfunctional life that I'd left behind in Macomb.

I took one last look at the four grain silos to my right and made the left hand turn, onto Grand Army of the Republic Highway and hit the gas. By the time I hit the slight dip in the road three hundred feet westward, I was two gulps of coffee down and at max speed, heading west and looking for a better life yet again.

I decided to quit driving for the day once I made it to Greely, Colorado. I checked in at an Inn & Suite place just off 34 and slept deeply till late in the evening. I took a blistering hot shower, blow dried my hair and, not caring how I looked, pulled it into a messy low ponytail, threw on a pair of jeans, a black tshirt and a baggy sweater and headed across the road for some pizza. The night air was cold and brisk.

I took a table in the far back corner of the room and ordered some fried mushrooms and a diet coke from the cute chestnut haired waitress with a 'Sam' name tag and overly glossed lips, and flicked through some instagram posts. She came by a few times to check on me and it was only when I really paid her some attention that I realized she was giving me 'a look.' It wasn't just her smile, it was something in her copper colored eyes.

I ordered a 'Meat me' pizza and she delivered it, subtly letting me know my 'Eat me' was here, brushing her fingertips across my hand as she set the dish down in front of me, sending sparks across my nervous system. I smiled but shook my head. She bent down and looked around us. The nearest customer was three tables away.

She bit at her lip. "I meant what I said." I looked into her steamy eyes. "I'm off in 15. Where are you staying?"

"What makes you think I'm not a local?"

Her hand reached out and touched mine a second time. Again, my body reacted positively and my tucked penis jolted against the thong that was holding it in place. "If you were local you'd be somewhere cheaper on a night like this, or at least with company. If you were a student here at UNC you'd be at one of the discount liqor nights, downtown. Plus, I haven't seen you before. I've got a memory for hot faces."

I felt my face flush.

"Look, I'm not what you think I am." I whispered.

She cocked an eyebrow and stood, taking a pencil from her apron and leaving it on the table beside the pizza.

"Give. Me. Deets," she said assertively and spun on her heels, leaving me alone with my pie.

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I had used a tshirt to keep the door ajar and stood just near the bed, the t shirt and sweater still on but I was naked from there on down. My member stood erect in front of me, waiting...

She knocked lightly on the door and I told her to come in and bring the shirt with her.

She entered, stopped and let the door close behind her.

She looked at me, then at my member, then back at me.

"I told you I'm not what you think I am..." I let that hang in the air between us for a moment. "So it's decision time for you. You can turn and leave, and I won't be offended."

She looked down at my erection again and then back up at me before gulping and letting her puffer jacket that she had in her arms fall to the floor.

"But you look so fucking incredible..." was all she could say. "So fucking incredible..."

I counted to 10. "So you are going to stay?" I asked.

She looked me over again and nodded.

I closed the distance between us, stopping just inches short of her. Her eyes blazed with desire and her glossy lips opened slightly as I leaned forward a fraction and put my hand on her stomach, fingers facing down.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she responded, biting at her bottom lip as the last sound left her.

I slid my hand down an inch and stopped. Our eyes were locked and I could hear her pant in short shallow breaths. My cock pulsed between us and I could feel, rather than see a drip of pre-cum escape me. I slid my hand further down her tight torso, delighting in the firm contours I encountered until my fingers hit the button of her denim jeans. I held her eyes with mine as my fingers moved to undo the button and work at her zipper, eliciting a whimper from her.

"Doubly sure?" I asked, breaking into a smile and getting one in return.

She giggled and nodded at me, answering with a "Doubly yes!"

I had taken some tension out of the air but intended to build it back up again, and again, and again.

I ran my fingers under the waistband of her underwear and her eyes rolled upwards ever so slightly and she let out a gentle sigh of relief. She pressed into my hand as I slowly traversed the smoothness of her shaven mound and began the delightful curve towards her heat. Her eyes flared as I felt the folds of her wet pussy open at my touch.

She went to raise a hand to my head but I told her to stay like that, with her hands by her sides.

She nodded and bit again at her lower lip. My cock pulsed again. Those lips were gorgeous.

She buckled at the knees slightly as my middle finger slid up and into her molten tightness and a lusty moan escaped her.

She opened her legs wider and I withdrew my slick digit slightly, spreading her slickness along her engorged sex. She bit her lip as I made full contact with her clit on the upswing. I went back the other way and hooked my finger back up into her and pressed the palm of my hand into her clit, causing her to suck in a breath of air.

The look on her face was one of pure unbridled lust. My cock was straining at the thought of what was to come.

Her eyes wouldn't look away from mine as I pushed into her then back slightly, not quite finger fucking her but giving her the sensation of movement within her inner sanctum. I kept this up for 20 seconds as her breathing quickened.

I pulled my finger out of her, causing her to whimper in frustration and brought my fingers to my face, first smelling her delightful scent and then, breaking eye contact for a moment, I dabbed the tip of my tongue on her juices on my finger. She was spectacularly fragrant and both bitter and sweet.

"Yum," I said and extended the digit towards those luscious lips.

She took the very tip of my finger into her mouth and flicked at it with her tongue before pulling back and smiling, adding her own "Yum" to our moment, before slowly returning her mouth to my digit and sucking it, every so slowly, into her mouth until it rested along the length of her warm and inviting tongue.

She shimmied her legs and we both looked down as her jeans fell to her knees, momentarily followed by her pink cotton thong.

She looked back up at me, but not before getting a good look at my leaking member poking out towards her.

"Oops," she said in a cute voice.

"Oops indeed," I replied as I withdrew my finger from her warm mouth and ran it down her body.

A slow and rhythmic thud began to emanate from the room next door, followed by a woman's moan.

"Someone's getting shown a good time," she chuckled.

"You ain't seen nothing yet," I replied.

She opened her legs wide. We both watched my fingers find her delightful pussy again, this time I slipped two fingers into her while touching her clit with my thumb.

"Oh God..." she panted, leaning her head back as I found a sensitive spot, then she brought her head forward and bit her lip again, causing my cock to strain almost painfully in anticipation.

I probed my digits deep into her, feeling her increased wetness. She began humping slightly on them, her eyes telling of the building frustration with her.

"So how long has it been?"

"Eighty two days," she panted.

"Why so long?"

"You...You try living in a strict Christian household. I'm twenty two, still living at home, and I can't date unless it's someone at my church that my parents approve of, let alone tell my parents that I'm same sex attracted."

"Stop moving now." I said softly. Her brows furrowed and she looked at me in confusion. "Same sex attracted? Yet here you are..." At that I looked down between us and my leaking member looked as though it could burst of its own accord.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. Your face, your body, you're so...so delightfully gorgeous. You walked in tonight and I knew I had to take a risk. I could tell you weren't a student and you weren't a local. I needed you then and I still need you. Even if you are not what I originally thought you were."

She ground against my hand a little more furtively. Her eyes welled and I could tell she was seriously in need of relief. Her hands grasped at my wrist and pulled at it so my fingers moved within her. I gently reminded her that I said for her to stop moving.

She looked at me pleadingly.

"So who was your last?" I asked, bringing her temperature down a touch.

Her face flushed.

"Who?" I repeated.

She looked down and then back at me. "A thirty something woman... in her car in the parking lot at the mall, just at closing time."

"And when was the last time you fingered yourself."

"Before tonight?"

"You fingered yourself tonight?" I asked incredulously.

She looked down again bashfully. "Just after I delivered you your mushrooms. I was so revved up that I took a quick bathroom break and slid a finger inside of me before I stopped myself from going to far and got back on the job."

The thumping sounds coming from the room next door began speeding up.

Someone was getting a pounding.

I withdrew my fingers from her and she whimpered "Please..."

I pressed into her and my hardness slid between her open legs, her height not quite lining me up with her sex, but that was fine for the moment. I put my arms around her and hugged her, whispering, "You'll get what you want, but I'm going to make you scream for it."

Her body shuddered.

I moved my fingers from her mound and around her clit, down and into her pussy and then back up again.

She began squirming her hips in time with me.

The woman's voice from the room next door let out one hell of an orgasmic scream, causing us to chuckle.

I removed my hand from her and turned, saying, "I want you naked on the bed so I can see all of you."

I took up a position leaning on the wall and watched as she shed her clothes, leaving her in nothing but a gold chain around her neck and two simple studs in each ear. She pulled the comforter and sheet off the bed and turned and looked at me. Then she sat on the edge of the king sized bed, cupped her breasts and asked "You going to get the rest of you undressed?"

I began to do so and she released her hand from one perky boob and touched herself after opening her legs wide.

"I did say no touching!"

She apologized with an exaggerated pout and crossed her arms in front of her again.

Once I was naked she smiled and slid back a touch further on the bed. She laid down, raised her knees, and spread her thighs open for me. Her open sex beckoned.

I knelt on the floor beside the bed and touched her smooth thighs, running my finger tips down them to her knees and then back up to just below the magical spot where leg met body and vagina. Her inner thigh muscles were so sexily tight to my touch. She certainly looked after herself.

I took her left ankle and pulled it off the bed, extending it out past my head. I then slowly kissed her from mid calf up to an inch before her sex. I replaced the leg and then repeated the trail on her other leg, causing her to pant and moan.

I replaced that leg and moved in between her thighs, and, hearing her breathing quicken I placed a gentle kiss on the crest of her pubic mound. Her hands were pawing at her firm breasts.

Her next words came in gasps..."Oh God, stick your tongue in me please..."

I kissed her on her mound again, ever so gently and flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue.

Her body shuddered and she moaned out a loud "Fuuuuuck...."

I kissed her twice on one thigh and then twice on the other, and she shuffled her legs in frustration, causing her thigh muscles to move delightfully.

"Is my 'eat me' more than ready to be eaten?" I asked playfully.

She lifted her head and looked down her body at me.

"If you don't stick that fucking tongue in me now I will kill you!" she screamed, gaining a chuckle from the people in the room next door.

"Temper, temper!" I replied, kissing her on her mound again and then trailing kisses over her crest and planting one directly on her clit, before working at it with my tongue for a moment whilst my hands snaked around her thighs to grab hold of her hips.

I pushed my tongue deep within her openness and she let fly a loud groan loud and squirmed sexily. I felt, rather than saw her hands grab hold of the sheets at her sides as she arched her back as I worked away at her, her breathing growing ragged as her tension built and her body worked towards one hell of an orgasm.

"Don't fucking...Don't fucking stop! So close... Ugghhh...."

Her climax hit and she arched even further before recoiling the other way as her thighs clamped in on either side of my head as her fluids flooded over me and the female voice from next door said "Wow!".

I let her come down from her high before climbing up on the bed next to her and, pulling the sheet up over us, we cuddled, smiling into each others eyes.

Her hand eventually found its way to my member and she began slowly tugging at me, lubricating me up with my own fluids.

She eventually moved to straddle my hips, her outer lips encasing my hardness and leaving the head of my member visible just in front of her smooth pubic space. She slid along my length several times, her body slowly undulating as she so, putting her pert but perfectly shaped small breasts on display. She lay forward, trapping my hardness between us and we kissed and then kissed some more. Her tongue down my throat, her lips on my neck and then we reversed and I did the same to her. We just spent time reveling in the taste and feel of each other. Our hands explored each others bodies as we rolled across the bed, skin on skin, mouth on mouth, hands exploring here and there. Mine often wandered back to the amazing firmness of her small breasts, hers often cupped my face and pulled me into deep and soulful kisses, as her tongue explored my mouth.

We eventually ended up with her straddling my hips again. Once more she slid along my hardness and ground her wet and warm lips against me but then she inched a little further and the tip of my erection found some space and give and ended up right at the entrance to her inner core.

"Oops," she said again in that cute voice she'd used earlier.

"You don't have to..."

She looked at me and smiled the purest smile I'd seen in a long time, it was the sort of smile Killian had given me when I'd hung out with her in Macomb, in the times before.

She went to move and I moaned softly.

"Who is moaning now Champ?" She said playfully, before sliding back and taking me deep within her tightness.

"Whoa...that's...that's deep," she gasped. "And so much better than a silicone cock."

"Really?"

She nodded.

"But you've?" I asked.

"Nope, you got this... this cherry..." she panted as she picked up the pace of her grinding on my hardness.

It sounded like something similar was happening again in the room next door.

She was so wet, and hot, that I felt like I was fucking a molten vice. It was exquisite and nothing like the experience of fucking Becca, Simone or Stella, or even Shyla Sanderson. I put my hands up to her breasts and cupped them, causing her to throw her head back and moan.

"Hey...If I bust in you, without protection..." I panted.

"Deal with that...later...." She panted as her paced increased. "So fucking good."

She put her hands back on the bed behind her, thrusting her toned stomach towards me and ground on me, giving me a view up her toned body to the underside of her tits. She started to groan and I knew I too was getting close.

She moved so that her arms were by my head and looked down into my eyes, her chestnut hair forming a curtain which left just our faces in view.

"I'm going to ...." She went to finish the sentence but her mouth opened and her eyes rolled inwards and she bucked and bit that damn lip again and I fired off, bucking up into her depths, causing our bodies to make a lewd sound as flesh collided with flesh and fluids squeezed out of places where they were normally hidden.

We ended up laying there lips locked, staring into each others eyes as we worked our way through the aftershocks.

I'd had some great sex recently, but this took the cake. We just seemed to work well together. I was starting to get my thoughts together when she wiggled her hips and I felt myself harden. I thought I was in for another ride but she moved off me and scooted down the bed to take me, and our combined fluids, into her mouth, casting a quick glance into my eyes as she did so.