3rd World Products, Book 16 (28 page)

Tanya cracked up, laughingly echoing ‘
stand tall
‘. That felt rather interesting from my extended perspective within her. I gave her an innocent, ‘what’s so funny?’ expression as I showed her my approximation of a Scout salute and she bellowed another laugh.
 

When she settled down a bit and began posting on me, Tanya said, “You realize we’re only a few feet above Main Street in downtown Ocala?”
 

“Um… Fifty feet, ma’am. And downtown is a mile south.”
 

She lightly slapped my shoulder and said, “You know what I mean. It’s kind of exciting, isn’t it?”
 

Well, no, it wasn’t, really. We were on a flitter in stealth mode. It hadn’t occurred to me to give a fat damn where we were. I nodded, but she shook her head.
 

“No, I guess you really don’t know what I mean.”
 

“Sorry. We’re on a flitter in stealth mode. The most exciting thing about my world right now is
you
.”
 

Tanya let herself slide to the bottom of my shaft and met my gaze for a moment, then asked, “But am I exciting enough? I’ve seen some of the rest of your world.”
 

My hands slid from her thighs up her body to her face and pulled her into a kiss and asked, “Can’t you
tell
, ma’am? Oh, hell,
yes
, you’re exciting enough. I can’t envision ever getting enough of you. Why do you feel you even have to ask something like that?”
 

Sitting back a bit, she studied me briefly, then said, “Because I want to
stay
part of your world, Ed. For a while, anyway. I heard you when you said nothing lasts forever, but I want this to last as long as possible. I really like you.”
 

Take her words at face value? Or accept only that she believed them true at this very moment? It wasn’t just me prompting her feelings, of course. It was the whole package; everything we’d done since yesterday afternoon. And having a woman around all the time had been annoying at times. Hell, having anyone around was annoying at times.
 

But did any of that really matter? However we felt now, it could all change in a week or a month. Wouldn’t be the first time. On the other hand, I’d been with Toni and Selena for years after various fashions, and I damned sure wasn’t getting any younger or cuter as time passed. And, truth be told, they hadn’t really been any sort of bother ninety percent of the time. Not at all. Something in me clamored to shut up, take what was being offered, and be happy.
 

Tanya grinningly began her gentle posting again, using me to tickle her inner magic spot. Her way of trying to help me decide whether she was exciting enough? I watched her gloriously naked
body work and felt truly blessed.
 

Holding herself a few inches up my shaft, she found her spot and gasped. I felt the difference in texture there every time she dragged it over the tip of me. Her motions became smaller, quicker, and sure. Her huffings and gaspings of pleasure became a bit more intense with each movement. I felt my own pressures building with hers and realized we might just reach our peaks together.
 

Taking her lower lip between her teeth, Tanya seemed to work a little harder for a time and began to have small spasms as she moved over me. I felt the tingling begin and my grip on her shoulders tightened a bit.
 

Tanya’s eyes opened and she gave me a huge, happy grin just before she kissed me. A few strokes later her chin landed solidly on my shoulder and she almost went slack, barely managing to keep posting with deep little groanings of self-created ecstasy.
 

It was suddenly my time, too. The familiar tingling raced up my legs and Tanya’s eyes flew open as she sensed my impending explosion. She met my gaze and grinned as she posted with a rather determined expression, but the expression didn’t last. Her face displayed her surprise as her eyes glassed over and her mouth fell open.
 

With a groaning, “Hhhuuuhhh!” that sounded almost questioning, she slammed herself up and down my shaft a few times. My dam broke and I wrapped my arms around her as I gushed into her. Tanya almost distractedly rode with me another couple of hard strokes to deliver the full charge, then nuzzled my neck and kissed the spot.
 

I think I kissed every square inch of her face and shoulders in return. She felt and tasted and smelled wonderful and that somehow triggered another couple of hard spurts. Tanya giggled and wiggled, then hugged me.
 

“
That
,” she breathed into my left ear, “
That
is what having sex is
really
supposed to be.”
 

Nodding and kissing her neck, I replied, “Yes, it is, ma’am. Do you really have any idea how persuasive you can be? I suddenly can’t imagine not having you in my lap all the time.”
 

She snickered, “Maybe not
all
the time, okay? I really enjoyed it in the bedroom and the shower, too.”
 

Sitting back, Tanya regarded me for a moment, then said, “You’re wondering if I’m for real again, aren’t you? Whether this is all just a big pile of gratitude and self-delusion?” She shook her head. “It isn’t. I’ve had a great time with you and great sex with you. It’s hard to find those things together, and
don’t
ask me how I know that. We’ve done what we can for my mom, Ed. This is all about us now.”
 

I hitched my hips for comfort, which caused me to buck another small spurt within her, and said, “Well, it’s definitely hard to argue with your uhm… position, ma’am.”
 

She rolled her eyes at that and bounced a few times, then lifted herself off me and gazed down at my lap. With a sigh, she laughed, “It’s amazing how something so silly-looking can make me feel so good.”
 

I glanced down. Silly-looking? Mental shrug. That had to be a ‘point of view’ thing. It had always been there, so it didn’t seem silly to me.
 

When I looked up, Tanya was using her fingers to contain matters. I reached down to fish a paper towel hanky out of a pants pocket and handed it to her, then I asked Tea to give us the bathroom facilities. Although a gray field wall formed around Tanya and startled the hell out of her, she instantly recognized the purpose of the interior and yelled, “Thanks!” as if I was in another room.
 

I really liked that. No hysterics at an altogether new and literally overwhelming field trick. I felt like yelling back, “Yeah, you’ll do just
fine
, lady!” as I got up and stretched away the muscular aftermath of being pinned in my seat and thoroughly used by a gorgeous woman.
 

As I waited for a turn in the bathroom, I sipped coffee and called up a screen to check email. Four people had signed up for various of my format groups. I sent them invitations to the private groups with ‘thank you’ notes and looked through the other messages.
 

A guy from a Delphi forum was asking me to join the annual ‘
Ride Across Florida
‘ charity run. It was a personalized version of the same message I’d seen on the forum. As I had four times
previously, I wrote back that I never ride in groups and deleted the message.
 

Three messages later, I received a reply to my ‘
Ride
‘ reply. It read, ‘Why not? Just this once for a good cause?’ and was signed ‘TT56’, someone I knew as Tina Troxer.
 

I poked up the forum, ran a quick keyword search and copied the first-message URL from the thread titled ‘
Why I Don’t Ride in Groups
‘, added the title itself, and sent my reply containing only those two lines.
 

As I’d been doing all that, Tanya had come to stand behind my right shoulder. I glanced back and said, “Hi, there,” and reached to poke the screen’s ‘off’ icon.
 

She reached to stop my hand and said, “No, go ahead. It’s interesting. Why don’t you ride in groups?”
 

Turning to kiss her, then putting up another screen, I recalled the URL and showed her the message string. She pinched the corner of the screen between her thumb and forefinger and took it with her to get a juice pack. I turned off my screen and entered the bathroom field to spiff up.
 

The reasons for my ‘no groups’ attitude is simple, really. People in herds of bikes are no different from people in herds on foot. They’ll try to set some road rules and agree on signals and they’ll move right out at first, keeping distances and such. Then they’ll start to creep up on each other or fall behind.
 

A stop will make a line of bikes contract and stretch like a Slinky spring toy. Some will slow down and others will hurry to catch up, then everyone will be way too close for a while. Someone will need gas or have to pee. Someone will have a mechanical problem or a flat. A dog or a deer in the road will stop the parade.
 

At stops, other bikes often pull up alongside you. Somehow they’re usually the noisiest ones. Sometimes they’ll come alongside while the group is moving, usually to try to say something through helmets and over engine and road noise. Moving or stopped, if a bike goes down, chances are good he or she will also take another bike or two down.
 

If you see something you’d really like to stop and investigate, leaving the line will make the others think you have a problem. Some will follow to see if you’re okay and the others will either wait or turn around. Unless what you’ve stopped for is truly spectacular, they’ll get pissed.
 

And above all, a wagon train only travels as fast as its slowest member. With bikes, that’s usually a nervous newbie who’s only half aware of anything but the thirty feet directly in front of his or her bike. So, no. No group rides for me.
 

I finished with the bathroom field and turned it off. Now back in her seat, gloriously naked Tanya snickered at her screen and said, “You really lay it out here, don’t you?”
 

“Guess so, ma’am. I didn’t get a bike to be part of anything. I got it to get the hell
away
from things. Fact is, I tend to spend most of my time alone even when there are other people around.”
 

She nodded. “I know what you mean. At first I thought there was something wrong with me when I realized I’d mostly stopped contacting people who weren’t part of what I was doing. Friends, family, everybody. Now I’m usually off in my own little world. I don’t have to try to split myself three ways on a weekend or go places I don’t care about just to have company or be someone else’s company.”
 

She sighed and added, “Except for Jessica. She really needs somebody right now.” When I said nothing, Tanya looked up and said, “I’ve heard it all before. She’s needy. She’s popping pills. She’s this or that. I don’t care. She’s alone, Ed. Really alone. And not by choice, like us.”
 

“We may as well cover something now, Tanya. I have zero sympathy for drunks and druggies. It isn’t blind moralizing. I’ve encountered a lot of them along the way. They all had one thing in common; the booze and drugs became more important than anything or anyone in their lives.”
 

“Jessica’s not like that.”
 

“Maybe not. Yet. If she doesn’t get clean, she will be.”
 

Tanya looked at me for a moment, then at the world around us and said softly, “This is so cool. All those people everywhere, yet here we are, lounging around nude.”
 

Uh, huh. Change of subject. Hint taken.
 

I said, “Well, you did take the day off, ma’am. Nothing to get all dressed up for, is there?”
 

She uncrossed her legs and I watched the play of muscles in her thighs. Tanya chuckled, “Certainly not
you
, right?”
 

“Nope. Definitely not me. You’re kinda magnificent naked.”
 

Grinning, she replied, “Glad you think so. What else were we going to do today?”
 

Studying her from head to toe, I was aware that my dick was beginning to point at her as I said, “Something about flying boards, I think.”
 

Tanya noticed, too. She chuckled, “Let me know if you need any help with that later.”
 

“Later?”
 

“Yes, later. We just finished and it isn’t ready to go again yet. Ed, have you wondered anything about my name?”
 

“Because it’s Russian, you mean?”
 

She nodded.
 

“Nope. I’ve seen the official story. Tanya is short for Tatyana. Marie met Robert Rauschenberg after she returned to the States in early 1974. You’re supposedly named after his friend Tatyana Grosman.”
 

Her left eyebrow arched. “The ‘
official
‘ story?”
 

“Oh, yeah. A US spook gave her baby a Russian name during the Cold War. Someone officially asked about that.”
 

She grinned. “Yeah, I guess they would.” Her expression went flat. “Hey, wait. You ‘saw’ the story? Where?”
 

I shrugged. “In one of the files when I checked you out.”
 

Tanya echoed flatly, “You checked me out.”
 

“Yup. I’m not in the habit of being tailed by pretty young women who fake computer problems to meet me.”
 

There was a silent pause, then she said, “Yeah, sorry. I don’t know why that bugged me. I guess I just don’t think of myself as a stalker.”
 

She poked the screen’s ‘off’ icon and stood up, then walked to the rear deck and stood watching the world for a time. I sipped coffee, eyeballed her from behind, and waited for whatever else she might say or do.