The Trip by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

They were sort of scribbled for fun. They were first posted on asstr.org. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright is retained by the author. Asstr.org accepts donations if you’re feeling rich or even if you’re not.

Luv Karen

He sat down on the bus, unzipped his heavy winter coat and placed his bag on the seat next to him. She came and sat next to him a grin on her face. He’d thought he’d seen her dashing for the bus. “So how are things?” He asked and sat back as she told him of the course lecturer teaching a statistics course that didn’t even know basic maths but she thought she’d get through somehow. He remembered chatting to her about a year previously “And the trip to Europe?” “Well my sister is going for three months leaving in fifteen months time in April when she grads, she was lucky enough to get a part time job so she thinks she’ll have the $5,000 she needs for back packing for three months and a two or three of her friends have saved up as well but unless I find a well paid part time job that I’m comfortable doing it looks like I’ll be left behind.” “$5,000 doesn’t sound a lot, the average hotel in France is 200+ euros a night these days.” “I’ll mention it.” They talked about how the rest of her courses were doing and her hopes on being accepted for a post grad course sometime and before they knew it they were at the University and it was time of her to get off. He remembered her childhood, there were three sisters and she was the middle one. Even the youngest must be a teenager now, how times flies.

It was a year before he saw her again, same bus, he just didn’t catch it very often these days. They sat and chatted and he caught up with her news. Her younger sister had been dating over the summer but boy friend had brought a car that needed attention and she wasn’t going to compete with a car. He laughed at that remembering how very direct Sophie could be. “Is Europe still on?” “Yes for my sister and her friends but although I managed to get a passport just in case I don’t think its going to happen.” the overpaid part time job hadn’t happened and she hadn’t even been able to get a job over the summer. Bye this was her stop again. The journey seemed to go much faster when she was chatting to him. He looked out of the bus window at the snow and thinking of the wind chill he mused about a trip round Europe. Had it been that many years ago when he’d gone camping over there. Well these days he didn’t think his back was up to sleeping on the ground any more but it would be nice to sample the fresh cheeses and other delicacies in the south of France once more. Nice or Cannes would be warm in April perhaps drive down to Rome. His stop arrived and he stopped daydreaming. Later that day he sent her a text and asked her to come up to the house and bring her younger sister sometime, that was if her younger sister was interested in a summer job.

“So what’s the job and how much does it pay?” The youngest sister was direct as ever. “Two jobs your’s pays $100 a day house sitting which means you sleep here each night over the summer.” “Sounds all right and the other?” “Oh for your sister I thought $10 a day plus food.” “No wa...” She knew him of old, “Where do I get fed?” She asked suspiciously. “Oh I thought I might tour Europe in April for a few months and you could do the washing up.” “She accepts.” “I do not.” “If my $100 a day depends on you doing the washing up you’re accepting.” “What exactly are you asking me to do?” “I thought I’d rent a camper van rather than a tent in London then drive south to Italy where it’s warmer and work our way back over the summer. Can you sort it all out for me the flights etc. I’ve scribbled a budget down here so see what you can do, 50% of what you save you keep on the flights, don’t scrimp on the camper, we want two beds so that probably means a 4 berth camper van.” The girls looked at each other. “She accepts.”

He put it out of his mind until the first Sunday of April when she arrived on his doorstep. “Right credit card and computer please.” She brought up one screen after another clicking away and he entered his credit card details when requested. “Bye until Tuesday lunch time. Can you meet me the Hill street entrance to the University?” He nodded.

They were at airport by 3 pm “I thought we were going to London?” “Amsterdam was cheaper besides they have left hand drive camper vans in Amsterdam.” She seemed nervous on the flight and when he mentioned it she just said it was the first time she’d flown on something this big and all the other ones had had propellers. They arrived early in the morning at Schiphol airport and Kimberly looked at her notes then steered him away from the cab rank towards a bus. “I can’t afford a cab, even with the $800 savings I made on the air fare travelling Tuesday rather than at the weekend.” She murmured.

At the van camper van rental location she seemed even more nervous but their rental was waiting for them. It was a little larger than he had thought but the girl behind the counter reassured him he could drive it on his licence. “You said don’t skimp on the camper and the VAT is lower here than in London plus we get a 10% discount for renting for two months and they’re cheaper in April. We can rent another one that’s right hand drive in London afterwards.” They stepped inside and looked round. “We could get something smaller if you like, I’m sure they’d swap.” Kimberly seemed even more nervous. “Well there’s plenty of cupboard space and we could stretch out a little.” Kimberly relaxed slightly and stepped up to him kissing him lightly on the lips. She moved her head back and kissed once again a little more firmly. “I’m not sure this is a good idea.”

The door opened and a head popped in “Any one at home? Hi Kimberly have you mentioned it to him yet?” He had a sense of foreboding, “Not exactly.” Three other girls followed the first one in, he recognised Kimberly’s elder sister. “Hey its great, just the right size.” “For what?” He asked. Kimberly kissed him lightly on the cheek. He was in shock as a blonde first unzipped him and after quickly slipping a condom on him lowered her lips over the condom. After a few seconds she was tapped on the shoulder and a second girl took her place with a fresh condom. “Show him your new bikini Lisa.” he heard in the background, a third girl replaced the second, then it was Kimberly’s elder sister moving her lips up and down he felt confused he’d known her since she was a little girl, then it was Kimberly but this time without a condom and she swallowed when he eventually came. “Do you like Lisa’s bikini then?” Came the question. Like wasn’t quite the word that the tiny string bikini conjured up, Lisa seeing the gleam in his eye stepped closer and took his hand, “Feel how soft and thin it is.” He was lost and he knew it. “It’s only a 6 berth camper and they’ll all double berths.” He offered up as a final token protest. Kimberly whispered in his ear. “So you and I will have to share unless you’d prefer one of the other girls. It’ll be fun holiday romance.” He nodded his acceptance. Later snuggled up in bed with Kimberly he asked “Whose idea was this anyway?” “Sophie came up with it when she heard the girls doing their sums and realising you were right $5,000 wouldn’t go very far for three months.” Kimberly kissed him on the nose gently. “She’s planning to do Europe with her friends in four years time by the way, just to let you know.”