Eric or Erica? Pt. 08

I didn't have time to see Kevin before I left town. I also didn't put my parents' house up for sale either. I just felt like I hadn't had the time to think and make a solid decision about what I wanted to do with it. 415 days clean and sober, the time to renew my contract at the mansion was just over three weeks away. Surprisingly, I wasn't sure what I wanted to do about that either.

Erica O'Brien would probably never have come into existence without the intervention of the people at the mansion. There was certainly a debt of gratitude I felt I owed. I also felt like I had more than lived up to my contractual obligations. Let's face it; life at the mansion isn't what most people would call 'normal' although what the hell is considered normal any longer depends on who you're talking to. One part of Erica O'Brien wanted to find out what it was like to live as a woman in the 'real' world. Again, the definition of 'real' depends a lot on who you are. I was torn; I really wasn't sure what I wanted to do.

I threw myself into my entertaining; it helped take my mind off my uncertainties. And if I decided to leave, no one would be able to accuse me of slacking off before my contract expired.

I spent a long weekend with Charles. As always, he was a tremendous listener. He never gave me his opinion about what I should do; he just continued to ask questions that helped me reflect on what it was I was really looking for.

With one week to go before my contract expired, Mr. Z asked to see me on one of my days off. Of course, I said yes, you never said no to Mr. Z. He knocked at the appointed time, and I immediately answered the door; it wasn't a good idea to keep him waiting.

He entered the room with a large manilla envelope in his hands. This was almost a replay of one year earlier. "I know you know why I'm here. I know you know what this is. There is a very generous increase in your salary as well as a bonus stipulation for any time you are called in as a consultant. You have come such a long way since Daniel found you freezing to death in that doorway."

"Dimitri," I began, and I burst into tears. He allowed me to cry myself out. "I am so torn, so conflicted. I would have frozen to death in that doorway 14 1/2 months ago. For all intents and purposes, Eric O'Brien died that night and Erica O'Brien was born. I have Daniel, and Tina, and you to thank for my life and my transition. This has been the happiest year of my life. And yet...." I couldn't continue.

"And yet you want to discover what life is like in the 'real world.' I understand, truly I do."

"If-if-if I find out I don't like it out there, can I come back? Is this an irrevocable decision?"

He smiled sadly as he slipped the contract envelope back inside his suit. "Of course you will always be welcomed back. Always."

I hugged him and then he held me at arms' length. "The cell phone and tablet are yours to keep. You are more than welcome to continue to use your bank account or close it and change banks. I will understand. Please remember the one stipulation in your original contract that is still binding. You may never, ever talk about or discuss the Mansion with anyone who doesn't work here."

"I know you have to remind me. I also know that you know I would never do such a thing. I owe more to the Mansion than I can ever repay. Your secret is safe with me."

He hugged me and walked out of the room without looking back. I bought a car, a Lincoln Navigator. I could afford it. Other than clothing, I didn't have that much in the way of belongings, but I wanted something with lots of space, so I didn't have to worry about it.

My car was loaded with clothes although there was definitely still some room. Tina and Dan were there to see me off; Dimitri was nowhere in sight. Tina was almost in tears. "Don't you start crying!" I told her, "Or I'm going to turn into a tear-stained wreck, and it will take another hour before I'm ready to leave."

I hugged her to me tightly as I whispered in her ear. "Thank you! For Everything! I owe you so much; you've done more for me than I can ever begin to repay. I will never find a better friend than you." Now she was sobbing, body shaking as I continued to hold her.

Eventually, she gently pushed me away. "You take care of yourself out there. Don't get into any trouble or I'll come kick your ass!" She smiled sadly.

Dan held out his arms and I ran to him. "I don't know what to say. I don't know how to say it. I'd be dead if you hadn't found me that night. I can never, ever, NEVER repay you for that. How do you repay someone who gave you back your life?"

He smiled. "By going out and living that life to the fullest. By being the very best Erica you can be! And I know you will do that."

I bit my lower lip to keep from crying.

"And if you ever need my assistance, contact me. I know Mr. Z won't hesitate to give me the time off to come help you."

I nodded. I hoped I would never get into a situation where I felt like I needed Dan's help to get out of it. That would not be a good thing!

We just stood there looking at one another. I sighed. Deeply. "I'm going to get into this car and go or I might never leave. There are no words. There aren't. I'll just say one last thank you and leave it at that."

I took a big breath and held it while I got in the car. Tina and Dan stood there with an arm around each other's waist, waving as I drove away. I stopped for one moment, stuck my head out the window, hollered, "I love you!" and left.

As I approached the guard station, he smiled. "I'm sure you already know your automatic entry privileges disappear the moment you drive out the gate. We'll miss you around here. Best of luck out there."

"Thank you" I said before I drove through the opened gate. It closed behind me, and I was on my own. "Hello world," I whispered under my breath as I headed north to I-80. I'd be on I-80 for almost the entirety of my drive back to the small Midwestern town where I now owned a house. I was amped up on adrenaline as I drove more than 10 hours that day. I stopped in the small town of Rock Springs, Wyoming.

I checked into The Homewood Suites, one of the highest rated hotels in Rock Springs. I didn't really need a suite; I was only staying overnight but I was determined to pamper myself as much as possible on this trip. I left my bag in my room and drove to The Coyote Creek Steakhouse for a late dinner. I had a filet mignon; the service was personable, and the chef was excellent. I left a very nice tip and drove back to the hotel.

I was still wide awake. I headed to the hot tub, hoping a nice soak would help me relax so I

could get to sleep faster. There was a bar in the area, I got a drink and hopped into the hot tub. I was wearing a fairly modest, for me, 1-piece bathing suit. I wasn't interested in drawing any attention to myself.

I had leaned back with my eyes closed, sipping on my drink and just beginning to unwind when I heard a male voice. "Excuse me, ma'am, is this a private hot tub or can I join ya?"

I opened my eyes and looked into a very rugged, very handsome face. "Well, it's certainly not MY hot tub so of course you can get in. But I want to be upfront, cowboy. 99 days out of 100 I would not only want you to join me in the hot tub but in my bed afterwards. This is that ONE day. I had a long drive today, I've got a long drive tomorrow, and I'm exhausted. If you're willing to hop in understanding that, I'd be more than happy to have you join me." I smiled, hoping to take any sting out of my words.

"Thank ya, ma'am. I appreciate your honesty." He smiled back as he eased into the tub. He finished his beer and held up his empty towards the bar. "Would ya like another? My way of thanking ya for sharing the hot tub."

"Yes, that's so kind of you. I don't want to keep calling you 'cowboy.' I'm Erica." And I held out my hand.

He shook it. "I'm Beau." The bartender brought us refills.

I sighed as I leaned back into the soothing bubble stream. "I appreciate your generosity, Beau. I was worried I was going to have trouble falling asleep. Between the hot tub and this second drink, I don't think that will be a problem."

We chatted aimlessly, Beau understood fate had just thrown us together in the hot tub that evening and nothing else was going to come of it. It was a pleasant conversation and it helped me to calm my jangled nerves. I finished the drink Beau bought me. I could feel myself getting sleepy and stood up. I was drying myself off, Beau's eyes never left me. I wasn't offended, I understood, and honestly, had this been any other time in my life, I would have invited him to my room.

I bent down to shake his hand and give him an eyeful of cleavage. "Beau, if you're ever in Ottumwa, Iowa, look me up. I'll return the favor and buy you a drink."

"Hell, I may come to Ottumwa just for that drink! Ottumwa, Iowa? Why does that ring a bell?"

I sighed. I couldn't count the number of times I'd had this conversation.

"Are you familiar with "M*A*S*H? The book, the movie, the television series?"

"I've seen the movie and occasional episodes of the TV show. Why do you ask?"

"The character, Radar O'Reilly is supposedly from Ottumwa."

"Aaaaahhhh, that's probably it."

"Good night, Beau. Thanks for the drink. And I'm serious, if you're ever in Ottumwa, although why you'd deliberately come there is beyond me, look me up. I'll return the favor and maybe more."

"Good night, Erica. Thanks for making a mundane evening a lot more pleasant."

I could feel his eyes on me as I walked out of the pool area. When I got to the exit, I stopped in the doorway, put one hand on my hip posing, and blew him a little kiss. His eyes popped out and he smiled from ear to ear. I can be such an awful flirt at times.

I got up early the next morning, had a continental breakfast and took a large cup of coffee to go! I hit the road dressed in my Daisy Dukes' shorts, a short-sleeved button-down shirt tied above my navel, and a pair of cowgirl boots with stiletto heels. Erica O'Brien was on the road again!

It took me close to 6 hours to get to Ogallala, Nebraska. I had less than one-quarter of a tank when I pulled into the truck stop to get gas. I got out and stood next to the Navigator while it was refueling.

"Damn! A little lady like you is driving that big tank?"

I turned to look into the most gorgeous blue eyes I had ever seen. He was fueling his OTR cab at the diesel pumps right next to the gas pumps. The rest of him was as gorgeous as his eyes. "You'd be surprised how well I can drive big things like this Lincoln. I know how to 'Navigate' my way around them."

He gave out a deep belly laugh that reverberated around the pumps. "Nicely played, darlin'! If I wasn't in such an all-fired hurry, I've got somethin' big I'd like to see you navigate."

"I'm betting it won't take me that long to get you on the road. Pull into overnight parking; I'll be right there."

He raised his eyebrows, wolf whistled slowly, and nodded. He got into his tractor and headed to overnight.

I followed him after I finished refueling and he helped me into his truck.

The cab was huge. He didn't just have a bed in the back but a small kitchen and dining area. It was immaculate! I still didn't know anything about him, but I already knew he was not a slob! I moved over and sat next to him.

He leaned in and put one hand on my leg, caressing my thigh and naked flesh. His lips parted as I moved my face to his. I welcomed his tongue into my mouth as he continued to rub my leg. "I thought you were on a tight schedule?" I teased as I ran my fingers over the throbbing bulge in the front of his pants. "Seems like that's not the only thing tight around here!"

"I don't want you to think I'm just a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am kind of guy. We don't have to do this. I want to take my time and explore your body."

"Neither one of us has the time. Right now, you've got me so hot I can't stand it." I unbuttoned my blouse, leaving my breasts exposed. I slipped out of my Daisy Dukes and lay down on his bed, posing with one hand on my hip. "Are you going to join me or not?" I licked my lips, arching my back while I did so.

He stripped, quickly. "On your back, handsome." He did as I asked while I reached into my purse and got out my tube of edible lubricant. I greased up his slender 7" pole and licked the excess off my hands. I straddled his hips and began to sit back. Reaching behind me, I guided his throbbing member to the entrance to my rosebud.

I slid just over his prick and held him there. He groaned. "Oh, you like that baby?" He groaned again. I finished traveling down his shaft until my thighs were resting against his. Once more, I just held him inside me. I was squeezing his cock with my ass muscles and rotating my hips slowly around him but nothing else.

"Shit, fuck, shit, fuck, oh baby this is so fucking hot. I think I'm going to cum. Damn, I'm so sorry. I usually last longer than this."

I just smiled at him and began to ride his erection. I leaned in and began to nibble his ears. "Rub my thighs baby. I love that!" He did as I asked, and I started bubbling. I was riding his cock with abandon now, thrusting my ass up and down his pole. He started hitting my P-spot as he buried himself inside me and I began to cum immediately.

"O-oh-ohhhhhhhh! So hot, so fucking hot. Oh shit, oh damn, oh fuck! Yes, yes, yes, yesssssssssss!!! Uh, uh, uh, uh, uuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!"

He came right after me and joined me. "Nnnnnnnnnnnggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh, shitshit, fuckfuckfuckfuck, pussygood, pussygood, pussysssssssoooooooooogood! Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!"

He unleashed a torrent of his hot love juice inside me. We continued to fuck one another through our orgasms; my lips were plastered to his and he kissed me back just as hungrily. I collapsed against his chest, and he held me. We lay there for a couple of minutes. "Baby...." he began.

"I know, I know. You're already late, you have to go. This was my choice, I understand completely."

He groaned but nodded. I grabbed my butt plug and inserted it; I didn't need his jizz dribbling out of me. We both put on our clothes. He held me by the waist as he lifted me out of the cab and set me gently on the ground. We kissed and both turned away. I got into my car and continued heading east.

I was humming happily to myself, content with an ass full of love juice. I like sex, what can I say?

4 1/2 hours later, I pulled into the parking lot of the Embassy Suites in the Old Market area of downtown Omaha, Nebraska.

Just as I was strolling up to the desk, a family of five was walking away. The husband deliberately slowed down so he could walk behind his wife. I'm guessing he didn't want to get busted checking me out because he was giving me the 'elevator eyes', checking me out from top to bottom. I blew him a little kiss and winked to let him know I wasn't offended.

I got checked-in and headed up to the 5th floor. That same family of five got onto the elevator on the 4th floor. The kids were all chattering away, the husband and wife were uncomfortably silent. I turned and looked directly at the wife. "I'm sorry I brought you a floor in the wrong direction. Thanks for the ride. Enjoy your evening."

"No problem at all," she replied icily. If she had said it any colder, frost would have come out from between her lips.

Clearly, she must have somehow busted him giving me the once over in the lobby. Either that, or she just didn't like girls like me who liked to dress sexy and didn't give a fuck what anyone else thought. I opened the door to my room and scurried into the shower, running the water as hot as I could stand it. I pulled the butt plug out of my love canal and let my OTR driver's cum dribble out. I douched three times to make sure I was squeaky clean. After I was sure I was completely refreshed, I got out and toweled myself dry.

I was already wearing neon hot pink polish on my fingers and toes. I decided to build the rest of my makeup palette around that as well as my wardrobe. I chose glitter pink for both my eyeshadow and my lipstick. I slipped into a pastel pink satin waist cincher with 6 garter straps and slid 15 denier dark suntan stockings up my legs and clipped them to the garters.

Finally, I put on a solid, neon pink halter dress that was backless and came just below mid-thigh. It had a slight sweetheart neckline so just the uppermost part of my decolletage was showing. Finally, it had a very tight waistline and flared skirt, so my figure was being shown off even more than usual.

I grabbed a pink clutch purse and headed down the elevator. As I walked through the lobby to the restaurant area, I could see one wall was lined with mirrors. She had probably busted him ogling me and me teasing him back. Oh well, at least now I knew why I got the frosty reception on the elevator.

As I walked past the family-style restaurant, I could see the five of them sitting down eating dinner. Luckily her back was to me. He happened to glance up and I blew him another kiss. He just froze as I walked to the upscale restaurant further inside.

I got a table for one and a couple of guys asked if they could sit with me. I politely turned them down; I had other plans for this evening. My waiter took my order. When he returned with my iced tea, I gave him a napkin with my room number written on it. I had also put an imprint of my pink glitter lips right next to my room number. "Is there any way you can discreetly, and I mean discreetly, get this to the gentleman with the family party of five right inside the restaurant next to us?"

He smiled. "I'll do my best."

He returned to refresh my iced tea a little while later. "The gentleman's wife excused herself to go to the bathroom. I made sure it was delivered to him while she was away from the table."

"Thank you, there will be a special bonus tip for you when I pay my check."

He nodded. "My pleasure."

I leisurely finished my dinner; paid for my tab with a very generous tip added on and headed back to my room. Almost on cue, the phone in my room rang. "This is David. We saw each other in the lobby and in the elevator and you sent a napkin to me while I was eating dinner with my family."

"Mmmmmmmm, David." I purred into the phone. "I'm so glad you called. I'm Erica. Is there any chance, any chance at all we can get together tonight?"

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, I must be fucking crazy, but I'll try to figure something out. I know I won't be able to stay long, that's for sure."

I giggled into the phone. "I'm not planning on stealing you away from your wife and I certainly don't expect you to spend the night. I just want to 'borrow' you for a little while. I'm sure I can make us both very happy people!"

He just groaned and hung up.

I poured myself a Coke over ice and waited. Thirty-five minutes later there was a knock at my door. I looked through the peephole; it was David. I opened the door and pulled him inside. "How did you manage to get away?"

"We put the kids to bed. I told my wife I'm going downstairs to watch the 4th quarter of tonight's championship game because I didn't want to wake the kids."

"Good boy," I whispered in his ear as I molded my body to his, rubbing my hands all over his back and ass and grinding my crotch into his.

"I can't believe this is happening to me. You're the hottest woman I've ever seen, let alone been with. Why me?"

"I just liked the way you looked at me in the lobby. And I'm betting you have something stored up just for me."

We kissed, passionately. His hand went under my dress to feel my ass. "Holy shit, garter stockings and no panties. My wife has never, ever dressed for me that way. I must have died and gone to heaven."