Distant Myles
Authors: Mandee Mae
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This journey would not have happened without the love and support of my husband and children. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for supporting and encouraging me to continue.
Dee...Thank you for being my editor, my sounding board and giving me your complete honesty. I couldn’t have done it without you.
J…Thank you for being you. Your friendship means the world to me. Thank you for all the encourag
ing words you have sent my way.
This book is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places, and incidents that appear or happen are entirely coincidental.
This book contains adult content and is intended f
or entertainment purposes only.
ISBN-13: 978-1492310471
Copyright 2013
All Rights Reserved
Distant Myles
Mandee Mae
Amelia
Do you ever wake up in the morning and wonder where your life is going? Are you doing what you were supposed to do? Is there something missing? I am laying in my bed asking
myself these exact questions – and a lot more. Don’t get me wrong, I have a wonderful job, a great apartment and wonderful friends, but sometimes I just wonder if there is more.
I am a 35-year-old traveling nurse. I love it. I go where I am needed for as long they need me. The company I work for is great. I get to travel, visit wonderful places, meet amazing people…and the best part is, I get paid to
do this.
I have been with the same company for six years. That’s where I met Jamie. She is my best friend. We met on my first day in such an odd way. Jamie walked up with a big shit-eating grin on her face, introduced herself, and then asked me, if the
“carpet matched the drapes.”
My jaw dropped and I nearly wet myself from laughing so hard. I am a natural redhead and no one ha
s ever asked me that question.
After we calmed down, I just looked at her and said yes. That was it. We’ve been best friends ever since.
I have several friends, but Jamie is my family. I trust her with my life. She knows what kind of life I had growing up. I didn’t grow up with much. Money was hard to come by. Some days we ate, some days we didn’t.
So when I turned 17, I left home. I dropped out of school and tried to find my own way. My parents didn’t put up too much of a fight since it meant one less mouth to feed. It was difficult in the beginning, but I took care of myself best I could. I found a job then got an
apartment and earned my GED. I even put myself through college. I have no idea where my parents are and I am sure they have no idea where I am.
The sound of the alarm brings me back to reality and I look at the clock. I need to get up. Jamie will be here in a couple of hours to pick m
e up for our annual road trip.
We take the same time off every year for our vacation. Sometimes we know exactly where we want to go, but other times, we just drive. This year, all we know is th
at we’re heading toward Texas.
My bags are already packed and my clothes are laid out so it’s time to hit the shower. I grab my towel and turn on the shower s
o it warms up while I undress.
Once the bathroom has completely filled with steam, I step into the shower and start washing. I shave my legs, underarms, then down below. I leave a nice landing strip — not that I am going to be showing anyone. I haven’t been wi
th a man in three years anyway.
I thought I had found my prince charming when Steve and I started dating. He was very attentive and would call to see how my day was going, et cetera. He was my first serious relationship and I lacked experience. I wasn’t a virgin, but I had only been w
ith two other guys before him.
My lack of experience didn’t seem to bother him. It just meant he could teach me things he wanted me to do to him…for him.
Or so I thought
.
For instance, I had only given one blowjob in my life and the asshole told me I was doing it wrong. Needless to say, that
was the last time I did that.
He decided I wasn’t right for him. After two years of dating, he needed someone who catered to his needs an
d he was gone. Just like that.
It hurt a little in the beginning. When it didn’t take long for me get over him, I realized he wasn’t the one for me. I have learned a few things since Steve; things that will make someone ooh so very happy.
After taking my shower and getting dressed, I grabbed my luggage and put it in the living room. Jamie would be here any minute. I was ready to get the hell out of town and ready for vacation.
Just as I was just heading towards the kitchen, there was a knock on the door. Jamie walked in. I have an open door policy with Jamie, where she c
an come and go as she pleases.
I have learned NOT to do this at her apartment, however. One evening I walked in and what I saw stopped me dead in my tracks. I nearly died from embarrassment, so I turned and left as quickly as I could.
Jamie and Sam were fucking wildly on her couch
. I will never get that image out of my head.
We laugh about it now, but I still blush every single time because I didn’t even think that position was possible.
“Are you ready to go,” I asked Jamie as I grabbed the bag I packed in the kitchen, so we would have somethin
g to eat and drink on the road.
“Yeah, Amelia,” Jamie said as she grabbed my bags and headed for the door. “Let’s get your stuff loaded so we can get on the road
.”
Since we know we’re heading towards Texas, all we have to do is figure out what town we’re going to. I think
Galveston would be nice since it‘s near the Gulf, but I am not sure where we are going to stay. We haven’t gotten that far yet. Since Jamie and I are both from Illinois, the beach would be a nice change of scenery. Jamie said she would drive first, so I run around to the passenger side and jump in. She turns on the tunes and we head out.
We are four hours into our drive, out of Illinois, and on track. It feels good to be on the road again.
It has been a few months since we got back from our last work assignment and while I still love what I do, I don’t know if I want to continue living in Illinois. I’m also lonely. The winters have started getting to me. They seem to last longer and longer, which makes me feel worse and worse. I absolutely hate winter. Don’t get me wrong, I love the snow, but all I need is one snow, then I am done. Then I am ready for spring and summer.
“Are you getting hungry,” Jamie asks me, interrupting my thoughts as
she is turning down the radio.
“A little. Do you want to snack or do you want to stop at the next rest area and we can both go to the bathroom
then I can drive for a while?”
“Yeah, we can stop, have a b
reak and get back on the road.”
Twenty minutes later we are back on the road. We decide to drive for a few more hours. We check in to a hotel in Arkansas to crash for the night. Once my head hits the pillow, I am out.
The next morning we get up bright and early, shower and head out.
Jamie takes the wheel and I stare out the window watching the scenery
pass by. Once again I get lost in my own thoughts. Sometimes it’s a scary place — and I must have it written all over my face because Jamie nudges me.
“What are you thinking over there?” Jamie asks,
trying to get my attention.
“Just stuff on my mind,” I tell her. “We can talk about it later. I don’t want to talk about it on the road.” Then I turn my head to look out the window again. “How does Galveston sound to you? It’s near the Gulf.”
She looks my way, smiles and says it sounds like a great plan. Looks like we are going to Galveston.
“Okay. If you want to keep driving for another hour, I will take
over to finish out the drive.”
“Sure, no problem.”
Jamie and I don’t always have to talk when we are on our trips. We can just relax and enjoy the scenery, but once we get going, it’s hard to shut us up. Sometimes our conversations get rather raunchy. We talk about
everything
. Nothing is off limits with us. We talk about everything, from dick size to masturbation. If there’s something we want to know, we don’t stop until we get an answer. Hell, we have spent so much time together that our cycles have synced.
I am trying to pay attention on where we need to go while admiring the view. Jamie is singing along to the radio. It is gorgeous and peaceful. I start thinking again about where my life is head
ed.
I wish I could find someone to share my life with, someone to crawl in bed with at night and wake up with in the morning. It doesn’t need to be someone “tall, dark, and handsome” like in fairytales. Looks aren’t
everything, but there has to be a connection.
I am not one to believe in love at first sight either, but I am ready to find someone to love and grow old with. I would love to have kids, but that isn’t a deal breaker.
I know Jamie is perfectly happy in her life. She has a “friends with benefits” relationship with our friend Steve that has lasted for a couple of years now. How they aren’t emotionally involved is beyond me. Jamie is beautiful with blonde hair and brown eyes. She’s tall and slender, yet has curves in all the right places that men love. She knows she’s beautiful and uses it to her advantage when needed, but it doesn’t go to her head.
She is always telling me how good I look; that I am just a beautiful as she is, but I just don’t see it. I am only 5’ 7, with long red hair and blue eyes — which come to find out, is not very common for a redhead to have blue eyes.
Oh, and did I mention that I am covered with freckles? I mean head to toe in freckles. I even have freckles on my pussy lips! Seriously. I discovered that one day while I was holding a mirror there shaving myself. It’s not like I lay out in the sun naked with my legs spread wide trying to sun myself. (Hell, I thought you only got freckles where the sun shines…apparently I was wrong.)
I have curves, a semi-round ass and a nice pair of tits.
I like them anyway.
They are definitely more than a handful and they draw a lot of attention. My breasts seem to be the first thing a person notices about me. They don’t look at my face; they go right for the breasts. I have just gotten used to it. I try not to dress too sexy and show them off, but it doesn’t really seem to matter how I dress.