When I awoke, there was a lightness to my spirit. I didn't want to wait until the evening to talk with Catie. I did wait for it to be a more respectable morning hour in the central time zone, though.

I realized that during the whole weekend neither Catie nor I had mentioned Abby, even in passing. The relationship between Catie and I felt like it had taken a very definite turn to something more serious. I was really very surprised by this because I wasn't looking for this to happen. Moreover, I realized that other than our meeting on the train, this was the first time that our sexual interludes only involved her and I and no other third party.

She answered on the third ring.

"Good morning, my love!"

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing. I just wanted to hear your voice."

That's when I pointed out no Abby, or no third party over the weekend.

"Did she know you were coming to stay with me?"

"Yes. She and my mom knew."

Catie thought that it might be a good idea that I call Abby so that she didn't feel suddenly cutoff from me. She told me that I shouldn't brag or throw our most recent weekend into her face. But, if she asked about it, to be honest about it.

"You're going to be special to her for a while," Catie said to me.

"Well, the feeling is mutual."

"But you don't want her to feel used and discarded. I know you won't do that, but I think she could be feeling that. Maybe about both of us."

We were both rethinking the wisdom of our inclusion of Abby into our sex lives. It was one thing with the relationship that Catie had with her friend Jody. It was something different with Catie's sister and a virgin, at that.

"You'll need to remind her that you have 14 years more experience than she has and that experience makes a difference in how you view matters of sex and relationships."

Our conversation moved back to our weekend together. Catie was most struck with my way of being a father ("a good dad!") to my son. Although I had explained the dynamics of the relationship between my ex-wife and I with respect to parenting, I told Catie that it was the "threat" I was as a parent (to her motherhood ideal) and what might emerge from my own background and experience with parenting that was imparted by my own dad. I told Catie that the latter concern was real for me, as well, because it was really easy just to drop into something you already knew and had grown up with. I wasn't pretty.

"That's the difference between my brother and I. I've made an active choice to not go down that road. My brother hasn't," (with respect to parental style).

"Well, I'm really glad that you allowed me into your home and life so that I could see it and experience it," Catie told me. I didn't realize it right away but it turned out to be an audition for being a dad.

I knew we both had to get ready to go to our respective offices. We had less than two weeks before we would leave from Chicago on the Empire Builder. This time we would both be legitimate passengers in the sleeper cars going both directions.

I did talk to Abby that night. She was still quite excited about my returning at Thanksgiving and hoped that we could explore her blossoming sexuality even more. I didn't encourage her but didn't want to make her feel like I was rejecting her, either. A teenage heart can be a tough thing to deal with. I knew that from my own experience when my friends and I were her age.

She did ask what Catie and I did over the weekend. I told her that Catie got to meet my son and my ex-wife. That she got to have dinner with my son and I at my house, that we went to watch my son's gymnastics class, that we went for a walk around the lake that I used to recover my sanity after my wife moved out of the house, and that I showed her the places where I went to school and lived before I owned this house.

"Did you guys fuck at all during the weekend?"

"Yes. Friday night, Saturday afternoon and night, Sunday morning, afternoon, and night, and all day Monday until I had to take her back to the airport."

"Even when your son was there?"

"Yes, but he was usually asleep and he wasn't with us all the time."

I didn't bring up the enemas or the bondage that we tried on my waterbed. But I did tell her that my waterbed surrendered its virginity to us on Friday night.

I focused back on how she was doing (with school), how the family was doing.

"Can I ask you something?" Abby asked.

"Sure," I said.

"Ever since we did IT, all I can think about is wanting to do it again, wanting you back inside me. Sis tells me that's typical, my friends tell me yes and no. Do you guys feel that way, too?"

"It's difficult to speak for all guys. It depends upon the guy. And it depends upon how he experiences his first time. We all have only one 'first time' and that can be incredibly intense and wonderful or seem like an absolute disaster. It also depends on what the guy thinks about the person he's involved with."

"Why an absolute disaster?"

I laughed! "You can fake an orgasm and a guy can't." There can be all sorts of anxieties. Am I good enough? Am I big enough? Will I cum too soon? I could go on, but those are the big fears."

"If a guy gets over those fears and if he likes and respects the woman he's with, yes, he probably does think about it a lot. If he doesn't, he just sees a woman as a piece of meat, just a hole to cum in and/or a scorecard to keep, probably not so much. I think it's the intensity of pleasure you feel that feeds that desire and thinking about wanting to experience it and much more over and over again."

It may not be the exact quote but it's very close to what I said to her.

"And what about me?" she asked.

"Abby, you aren't the first virgin I've been to bed with. You are the first that surrendered her virginity to me, though. And that feels special to me because it turned out to be such a pleasurable experience."

"You mean you got turned down?"

"Yes. One because she wished to preserve her vaginal virginity until marriage. But she would do anal. The other; well, I don't know why. She was comfortable being in bed with me and the closeness that brought. But the sexual act itself. No, she didn't want to or wouldn't go forward. I respected her choice. I always hoped she would change her mind about that. But she never did."

Abby found that to be sort of incredulous.

"Abby, I'm not a hunk! Even when I was your age I knew that there were two people involved and we both had to agree. I've never assumed anything about being wanted. I've known women who liked to spend time with me and would go out on dates with me just because we enjoyed each other's company and we liked each other. But sex wasn't an automatic part of the relationship."

"Do you want to have me again?"

"Abby, I'd be lying if I said 'no.' Watching you react and respond to the discovery of each new thing, each different sensation, a different combination, makes it all so enticing. It's not even the virginity that drives that. It's the discovery anew that is always the most wonderful aspect of sex. And you have so few experiences that being part of the discovery process is even more intense and intoxicating."

"I'd want to teach you everything I know and experience you're learning. I'd want to find things we could learn together for the very first time. I can say that now at the age of 32. At your age, I did have had an informed idea of what to do and how to do it but not the experience."

I paused for a moment to let that sink in.

"The age problem is one that exists for you and I and the acceptance of it by others. With the relationship that I already have with your sister, another concern is that being sexually involved with both of you is fraught with all sorts of problems with the outside world including your parents, your siblings, and others. We can say that 'we don't care.' Yet, we have to operate in a world where some things are unacceptable and creates huge problems and consequences for all of us. So, if you sense my hesitancy about 'Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead,' that's where it comes from."

"I hope you understand."

"I do," Abby said. "But, I still want you!"

"We'll talk about that much more, I'm sure," I said and then closed our conversation for the night.

Ten days later I was flying to Chicago (Friday, November 22nd) to get ready for our travel by train. Although our departure was on the afternoon of the 23rd, I wanted to be sure that I arrived early enough that reaching Union Station in Chicago wasn't an issue. Chicago could be (and was) cold and snow could be a concern at the end of November. Although RDU was busy when I left in the early afternoon, the non-stop flight was nearly on-time. Catie met me at the airport and we were back to her apartment through Chicago rush hour traffic.

"I can't believe we are doing this!" was the catch-phrase of the moment. We were actually pretty giddy about the next two days on the train. Back in September we were careful about sneaking in and out of my room. As I said about that experience, it was like sneaking a girl (or guy) in and out of a dorm room after hours.

We had decided on enemas going in both directions on the train so that we took train enemas in all states we travelled through. But not late in the train trip (for example, not as we crossed from Washington into Oregon as we reached Portland). We also decided that we'd have more vaginal play going westbound and more anal play eastbound. But what was so good about the trip going either way was that there was no sense of a time crunch like when we first met. On that first trip, we didn't know what lay before us when we reached Chicago. We both took a chance with each other. Now we were developing a deep, loving relationship without the time crunch at the end of the line.

When we arrived at her apartment Catie suggested that we do something new and completely different that we hadn't done yet. Go out on a date! Oh, yeah. We hadn't really done that. There was a place she wanted to take me down on the Lakeshore Drive area. I agreed and after a quick "pit stop" we were off to dinner.

It was busy but still a nice place for an intimate dinner for two. While at dinner Catie wanted to have a money conversation with me. She told me that she, too, made a good income and that she didn't want me to feel like I should pay for everything. She made it clear that if she invited me to go somewhere with her she would pay for it (like this dinner). For larger purchases for the two of us, then splitting the cost might be more appropriate. She used our train trip the next day as the example. I made the reservations and paid for the train tickets and she felt like she should pay half the ticket cost. She pointed out that she invited me to come to her home in Portland.

I told her that I didn't want her to feel "obligated" to me because I paid for stuff. She had no real concern that I would ever do that but she would just feel better if we did it that way. She had a point. Even my wife and I had separate his, hers, and ours checking and savings accounts to accomplish the same thing. I agreed.

"Speaking of inviting," I said. "How would you like to come to Denver with me at the end of January or the beginning of February? I'm going to be teaching a course in Denver during the week and I intend to go skiing either the weekend before or the weekend after the course. Maybe both."

I told her that the course that I had been working on had been "approved." and the first showing would be that last week in January. She asked where I was planning to ski and I told her Breckenridge, Keystone, and Arapahoe Basin (A-Basin).

"I don't think I can spend the whole week with you. But I can join you for one weekend or the other," she said. I was buying a new ski package and I was looking forward to taking them with me to Colorado.

"And since I'm inviting you, I'm buying!"

She laughed at that, having just had this money conversation.

"You buy the plane tickets, I'll take care of my skis and stuff. Deal?"

"Deal!"

Unlike the summer or even October, it was much colder in Chicago. We had our warm jackets and after dinner, we walked around a bit before heading back to Catie's apartment. There wasn't a movie that appealed to either of us.

She was mostly packed. It was an easy, stress free evening for us. There was no sense of urgency to get us in bed and when we did it was a gentle and intimate lovemaking session. There was no rush in the morning either. I made us breakfast and served it so we could eat in bed. There wasn't much left in the refrigerator to go bad.

We finally got up and got showered around noontime. One of Catie's friends was going to take us to Chicago Union Station about an hour before departure so that we could get settled in before the train departed at 2:45. She arrived around 1:15 PM and Catie introduced us.

"So, you're the guy from North Carolina we've heard so much about."

"All good, I hope?"

Shortly, we were on our way to the train station. We were dropped off and made our way to the boarding lounge for the Empire Builder. Since this was the origination of the westbound train there was a more leisurely boarding process. We walked down the track platform until we reached the section to get on the sleeper car. We presented our tickets (paper tickets!) that showed that we were on the section that would travel to Portland after reaching Spokane, WA. Up the stairs we went and were met by the car attendant. He showed us to our bedroom for the next couple of days. He asked us if we had traveled by sleeper car before and we indicated (with a chuckle between Catie and I) that we had been on the Empire Builder just a few months before.

He provided us with the basic information about bed turndown, dining options, etc. and then left us to our bedroom.

"Here we are again," she said.

We did a little unpacking of the essentials...enema bags, personal toiletries, some comfortable clothes and settled in. We could hear other people boarding the sleeper car. I figured this train was going to be quite full since it was the weekend before Thanksgiving. I pulled the curtains over the door and locked the door.

"Shall we start this trip off right?" Catie asked.

"I assume you mean with me inside you?"

"Absolutely!!!" And with that we stripped out of clothes. Since we were on the second level of the car, it was not easy to see us from the platform level. But there were other trains around us. Still, we chose to leave the window curtains open.

I knew how to pull the lower bed out from our previous trip, but we decided to "save the sheets until later." We placed a couple of towels on the bed now positioned as a couch and I got on them and pushed back. Catie mounted me. She was wet and still leaking cum from our lovemaking earlier in the morning. We heard the two short horn blasts, felt a jolt of the cars and we were underway.

Our plan was modeled a bit after my personal map goal, which was to cum inside Catie at least once in each state we were in or passing through. As we passed through Glenview I asked if there any thoughts she wished to share about her previous boyfriend?

"Asshole!"

Shortly, I cumpleted our first goal as I filled her before we left for Illinois. We arrived in Milwaukee about an hour and a half after we departed Chicago. It would be dark soon and we planned to go to dinner in the dining car. We knew we had a few more hours in Wisconsin but cumpleted state number two shortly after we left Milwaukee. After laying there for a while and feeling the train rolling on the tracks, we got cleaned up, dressed, and went to dinner about 6:30 PM. After dinner, we stopped in the lounge car. There wasn't much to see outside but it was a reminder about our first trip together.

We crossed into Minnesota sometime around 8:00 PM and we arrived back in our room to find both beds ready for the night. We both sat down and wrote in our respective journals before preparing for bed, but not sleep. We got into the lower bed together and just talked about stuff, naked together. As we approached Minneapolis/St. Paul, we positioned ourselves for the first oral sex of the trip. She was on top of me in the classic 69 position. Once we arrived at the Minneapolis, Catie turned around and slid me into her. It was a long stop in Minneapolis and we cumpleted state three as we pulled out of the station. I, however, did not pull out of Catie.

I knew we'd cross into North Dakota around 3:00 AM and would leave about 8 hours later. Catie and I drifted off to sleep together. We awoke several times overnight during brief stops and then drifted back to sleep. I woke up when we reached Devil's Lake, ND and got up, put on shorts and tee shirt and then went to get some coffee and orange juice from the serving station in the sleeper car. It felt cold walking through the car but it would only be for a short time. I returned to our room, set down the drinks, took off my clothes and slipped back between the sheets with Catie. She woke up, saw it was still dark, and asked where we were.

"We're near Rugby, North Dakota, the geographic center of North America...and you're the center of my world."

I know, it sounds hokey. But I was falling in love and what seems great in the moment can be silly when you think about it later (in this case much later). As I centered myself over Catie, she raised and spread her legs to let me in. I was cumming in her as we reached Rugby. It was just getting light as sunrise approached. North Dakota cumpleted. We got up and got showered before heading to breakfast. We were stopped in Minot, ND when we went to breakfast.

The sense of cold that I felt when I went for coffee and orange juice wasn't an illusion. It was cold outside. The temperature was about -7°F. Crisp! After breakfast we went to the observation car for a little while. Even though the heat was on, it felt like the heat just left you looking at the flat land around us. We would pass out of North Dakota late in the morning and then spend a good portion of the day crossing Montana. Laying in bed under the covers was a good way to spend out time as the miles rolled by.

It was during this time that we started thinking and talking about our future together. There were things we said about it on the phone together. But here we were face to face, naked and in bed together, rolling across America. I don't remember exactly how it began but I do remember the question.

"Would you consider having another child with me?"

"Catie?" I asked.

"Not now, silly! But if we're still together a year or two from now, would you consider it?" she asked.

"I think things would have to change so that we weren't having a long distance relationship."

"I've been thinking about that and I would never ask you to move away from your son. You own a house, I don't. I like where I work and the people I work with. But I could certainly find the same type of job in Raleigh."

That was true enough. But it wasn't Chicago.

"Besides, you're a great dad! I've seen it. Your wife doesn't understand what she's thrown away. A great lover and a great dad. She may not want you. But I do!"

We came back to her question.

"The way I feel about you now, I can hardly imagine what that feels like a year from now or two? But yes, I can see us having a child together. Being married?" I asked.

"Is that a proposal?" she asked.

"When I propose to you, you'll know it. I'm asking if having children with you also includes getting married. Your family might have some expectations around that, especially your mom and dad; your mom, the mother of the bride and your dad walking you down the aisle."

She asked if getting married again was a problem.

"No. It's what I've gone through."

"I'm not her!" referring to my first wife.

"You most certainly aren't."

That opened a different line of conversation about Abby.

"When she gets on campus and starts finding all those hunky guys, she'll be busy fucking them and not worrying about you or me. She'll be gang banging them before you know it and becoming a porn star and out on videotape."

That was an amusing thought. At the moment. I was concerned with what might happen over Thanksgiving. She assured me that we'd get through it and went through some verbal fantasizing. That led to more lovemaking. We were now into Montana and we cumpleted our goal early. We had a full day to cross the state.

Since we were having conversations about our future, in that sexual afterglow, I asked a completely different question.

"You've shared me with female friends and family. To be fair, do you want to be shared with male friends?" I asked.

"I've thought about it. Thought about what it would be like to have two guys focused on me, two cocks in me at the same time. One in my ass, one in my pussy."

"Not three? You do have a mouth that could also be filled?"

"True. Do you have anyone in mind who could do that for me?"

"No, not off the top of my head."

"Are you surprised?" she asked.

"No, not really. I just wondered if you had a similar desire to have multiple sex partners at the same time."

"Well, it wouldn't be the same for me. You can only have one partner at a time. I can have two or three," she said.

"More actually. A couple in your mouth at the same time. Possibly a couple in your ass or pussy with one in the hole that's not doubled up."

"I think that might be a bit too much. Four, I could understand. Five, I don't think so. Here's one for you: Would you watch or participate?"

"You know I love to be inside you. But it might be fun to watch."

We had fun with this for a while and went down various verbal and mental paths with this. Catie turned serious and came back to where we started, having a child together.

"When we decide to have children, I want only you. Do you understand? I want no doubts that they are our children."

I told her that I understood and agreed.

All that fantasizing (AND SERIOUS) talk had us be horny and ready for another session. US Route 2 ran parallel to the tracks. Catie and I put on a show for anyone who might catch a glimpse through our window, particularly since it got dark so early this time of year and this far north. The lights were on and the curtains open. They would have been treated to see us giving each other enemas and the pleasures of sex while holding our respective enemas. We were approaching Glacier National Park when we decided it was time to get cleaned up and go to dinner.

While eating dinner in the dining car Catie asked me how my wife and I chose to have a child. I told her it was pretty much like the conversation that we had just had. We made a choice that it was time that we wanted to have a child at that stage in our relationship and marriage. My wife went off birth control about six months before our anticipated starting window.

"What did you use instead?"

"Foam and condoms. The foam tastes horrible and really cramped my style. It was really left to me to make the final decision to make love without any protection. On the day that happened, we had been up north of the city cutting some trees for firewood. We were tired when we returned home and we shared a shower. We were going to a Christmas Party at her grandmother's house in Snow Hill, North Carolina. But all that physical activity made us both extremely horny. I knew where we were in her cycle and so we made love for nearly an hour in every position that normally would use. I came inside her just once but it was very deep and probably a larger load than normal. She was turned on by knowing we were actually in baby-making mode at last."

"She was leaking cum throughout the party. When we got home late that night. We made love one more time before falling asleep in each other's arms. She missed her next menstrual period and tested positive for being pregnant shortly after."

The dinner conversation wasn't all about making babies, but this was the most serious of the conversation. When we got back to our room, the bed had been remade. We would be arriving in Portland in the morning. As we undressed each other Catie reminded me just three more times to cum on this trip (Idaho, Washington, and Oregon). I sat there watching Catie pack away some of her clothes and items so that we wouldn't have to rush in the morning.

"What are you looking at?" she asked noticing the smile on my face.

"I'm imagining what you would look like pregnant."

We cumpleted our geography goal of me cumming in Catie in each state, though the Oregon one was a bit more challenging. I entered Catie while we were on the Washington side of the Columbia River. I was cumming in her as we approached the Portland Train Station. We had to clean up quickly to get off the train, though there wasn't as much of a rush as this was the end of this route.

It was cold in Portland. Colder than what I consider normal. Catie's mother, Marianne, was waiting for us when we arrived.