Free Her Journey Begins by Karen Einsel Page A

across her underarm, making sure she did a good job. She decides to get up and get dressed, knowing she ’ s too nervous to just lie here. She slips on a pair of shorts and a tank top and looks in the mirror. Hmm … Bra or no bra? Bra. No sense in making it too easy for him and she smiles at her reflection.
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       After making breakfast and doing up the dishes for Barb, Chris runs upstairs and runs the brush through her hair. She grabs her camera, extra film and her sunglasses, before taking another quick look at herself in the mirror. Brandon knocks on the door and before Chris can open it, Barb hands Chris the picnic basket and then holding out her hand Chris sees Barb has a condom package pinched between her thumb and finger. Chris looks at her and raises her eyebrows in a questioning manner, while thinking to herself, “ Oh my God, she knows! ”
    Barb smiles at her. “ Just in case you might need it. ”
    Chris lets out a sigh of relief, hoping Barb doesn ’ t notice. Taking the condom, Chris slips it into her front pocket and gives Barb a kiss on her cheek.
       “ Thanks mom ”
    Opening the door Brandon smiles at both of them.
       “ You ready? ”
       “ I think so. Thanks for making us lunch Mom. ”
       “ No problem, you two have fun, and Brandon? ” Brandon looks over at Barb. “ Keep both hands on the wheel and drive careful. ”
       “ I will and I ’ ll have her home about three. ” Brandon takes the picnic basket from Chris and they walk to the car. Brandon opens the door for Chris and hands her the basket before going around to the other side.
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       Driving up the mountain road Brandon catches Chris twiddling her fingers. Reaching over he places his hand on hers.
       “ You nervous? ” Chris looks over and smiles.
       “ Just a little, but I will be more nervous if you don ’ t put both hands on the wheel. ”
    Brandon puts his hand back on the wheel and Chris starts fidgeting again. Brandon reaches over and pinches her nipple through her shirt.
        “ Does this still hurt? ” Laughing Chris pushes his hand away.
       “ Brandon! ”
    He touches her hip.
       “ How about here? ” Pushing his hand away again Chris can ’ t stop laughing.
       “ Okay! I ’ ll stop. ”
    Brandon takes her hand and places it in his lap.
       “ How about you fidget here? ”
    Chris touches him softly, takes in a deep breath and lets it out in a soft sigh before pulling her hand away. “ I don ’ t want to distract you. I better let you drive. ”
         Pulling up in the driveway Brandon shuts off the car.
       “ We ’ re here. Safe and sound. ”
    Chris Smiles. “ Will wonders never cease. ” Brandon puts one arm on the back of her seat and reaches over with his other hand and pinches her nipple. “ Brandon … You are asking for it, you know that? ”
    Brandon gives her a mischievous grin. “ You going to give it to me in the car? ”
    Chris reaches over, touches him and finds he ’ s quite excited. Shaking her head she tells him no.
       “ Darn. “ Brandon mutters while still grinning. “ Alright, let ’ s get out, before you get all fidgety again. ”
       Brandon takes the picnic basket into the kitchen and Chris walks into the living room. Coming out of the kitchen, Brandon ’ s hoping Chris is lying on the floor again. Disappointed to say the least he sees her standing in front of the bookcase instead, looking at a picture of him with his mom and dad. Walking up behind her he slips his arms around her waist and kisses her neck.
       “ You smell good. How about …” Pointing at the picture Chris interrupts him.
       “ How old were you there? ”
       “ Hmm … I don ’ t know, probably about three. ”
       “ You were so cute. Look at all that curly blond hair. Just like a cute little girl. ”
       He squeezes her. “ Gee thanks. I can tell you one thing though, if we ever have a little girl, she better look like you and not