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Artemis stood in the driveway watching Gerard and Alyssa pack their things for the long journey ahead. The aging orange tabby cat couldn't help but feel proud of his boy, who had recently graduated valedictorian from high school. Moreover, he has pleased to see that his son's girlfriend of seven and a half years had recently earned her Master's degree from college a full year earlier than most graduate students would. He could rest easy, knowing that now that Gerard was of legal age, he and Alyssa could really begin their lives together as a couple.

"Got the GPS set up for the trip, Gerard?" asked Artemis.

Gerard, dressed in khaki shorts, bowling t shirt, white bucket hat and Ray-Ban sunglasses closed the hatch to his vehicle. "Yep," he said, approaching his father. "Everything's a go for me and Alyssa to take off."

A female Russian Blue cat walked out of the front door and a Russian Blue male kitten darted ahead of her and over to Gerard who picked him up. "Hey, squirt," said Gerard. "Bet you wanna go with me and Alyssa, don't you."

"Yeah," he said, his eyes glistening bright. "Can I?"

"Not this time," said Gerard. "But don't worry, we'll bring you back some presents. I promise."

"Ivan," said the Russian Blue female with an accent that bore her breed's name. "Are you trying to get your big brother to buy you things?"

"Yep," said Ivan without a trace of shame. Gerard ruffled his little brother's ears.

"It's okay, Nadia," said Gerard. "I'd do anything for the best little brother in the world."

Ivan hugged his big brother and purred. Nadia, who had married Artemis after he had divorced Gerard's mother Lacey, came over and took hold of her little son. She stood next to Artemis and the three of them got ready to say their farewells.

"You guys drive safe," said Artemis. "No shortage of maniacs out their on the freeway."

"Oh, believe me, I know," said Gerard, putting his arm around Alyssa. "I'll have Alyssa to keep me in line, right Gingy?"

Gingy had been the nickname Gerard had given his girlfriend due to her having a bold ginger coat of fur. "Don't I always, PK?" she said.

The initials PK were her little pet name for Gerard that meant "pumpkin kitty", an appropriate name in her mind, given that her boyfriend was an orange tabby. Artemis and Nadia smiled at the couple, who were abot to take a road trip from their home in Indiana, all the way over to the state of Vermont. Unlike most kids who'd just graduated from high school and usually took summer trips to California or Florida, Gerard had his heart set on that particular state because of its low population and scenic beauty.

"We better get going," said Gerard. "Don't want to get behind schedule."

"Okay," said Gerard, who gave his son and Alyssa a hug, followed by Nadia and Ivan. "You kids have fun."

"We will," said Gerard as he opened the door to the driver's side of the SUV. "We'll give you a call later tonight once we're in a motel."

"Bye," said Alyssa. She got in the passenger's seat up front and shut the door. The couple pulled out of the driveway and watched as the other three cats waved them good bye. They were off, ready for their summer vacation.

Out on the freeway, driving at the speed limit of 65 mph, Gerard had the windows down, letting the wind blow through his fur as he enjoyed the warm weather of the early June day. Alyssa looked over at him as they drove past the sign that read "Welcome to Ohio".

"Okay," said the ginger female. "We're not driving though all of Ohio with the windows down."

"Oh?" said Gerard. "Wind bothering you?"

"Yes," said Alyssa. "Can we turn on the air, or at least the vents? My ears are roaring."

"Sure thing," said the orange tabby. He rolled the window up and turned on the outside vents. It wasn't hot enough to justify turning the air conditioning on; not this early in summer. Alyssa breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you," she said.

"Your welcome, Gingy," said Gerard. "Now, let's see what music we can get on good old FM radio."

Gerard scanned the stations through his radio, attempting to find something that he and his girlfriend could both enjoy. Like anywhere in the US, there was the usual variety of pop, country, easy listening, but he settled on what must have been a classic rock station. He looked over at Alyssa, who nodded her approval. He shot her a quick grin and quickly returned his attention back to the road.

"Gerard?" said Alyssa.

"Yes, my lovely ginger queen?" said Gerard in a suave tone.

"You . . . you ever have any regrets . . . about our first time?"

He looked back at her in confusion. "What? Oh, hell no. Why? You got some?"

"Oh, no," she said. "It's just . . . you know how other people are."

"I'm not other people," said Gerard. "I'm me."

"Of course you are," said Alyssa, laughing. "And I wouldn't trade you for the world."

"Feelings mutual," said Gerard. "And I know what you mean about other people and how they feel, but I still remember that day like it happened yesterday. You wanna know the truth, if it wasn't for you and my Dad getting rid of my Mom and Miranda, I know I'd be a complete wreck of a person."

"You ever think about your mom and Miranda?" asked Alyssa. She was careful not to refer to Miranda as his sister or even half sister.

"From time to time," he said. "Dad told me he's been keeping tabs on them, just to make sure they didn't come around to fuck up my life. Heard that my Mom's been married twice since Dad divorced her and Miranda's a complete disaster."

"What's up with her?" said Alyssa.

"She's went from boyfriend to boyfriend, got a bunch of kids, but the state keeps taking them away 'cause she's a drug addict and a drunk."

"I recall you saying even way back that she'd end up like that," said Alyssa.

"Didn't have to be clairvoyant to see that was coming," said Gerard. "She turned out just like my Mom. Dad said she would, I said she would. I think the whole world probably said she'd turn out like that."

"Except her friends," said Alyssa.

"And they'll turn out like her," said Gerard. "Birds of a feather, you know."

"Guess so," said Alyssa. "Glad your Dad got them out of your fur. Bet he's happier with Nadia than he ever was with your Mom."

"I know he is," said Gerard. "And Nadia's been more of a mother to me than my biological one ever was. Best of all, I got a little brother out of their relationship. I love that little guy to death."

"I can tell," said Alyssa. "Every time I came over you'd be on the floor, rolling around with him, tickling his brains out. I just know that you'll be a great father one day, PK."

"Of course I will," said Gerard. "Just ask all my other girlfriends that I have kittens with."

Alyssa pinched his leg. "You dick," she said, laughing. "You'd better not have any kittens on the side or I'm gonna deprive you of the ability to ever have anymore."

"Don't worry, Gingy," he said, shooting her a quick smile. "You're the only queen in my life."

Alyssa rested her head on his shoulder as they went down the Ohio freeway. Gerard could feel her paw rubbing at his crotch. He was soon aroused, with a noticeable bulge in his shorts and the ginger female cat got an idea in her head. With nothing else to do but sit there on the long trip, she put a paw on the button of his shorts and unfastened it. Gerard looked down, seeing that she was unzipping her shorts.

"Really? Out here on the highway?" he said.

"Why not?" said Alyssa. "Let's live life on the edge."

Gerard kept looking forward, paying attention to the road as Alyssa pulled his shorts down just far enough to pull his hardened cock out. With cars passing them, the ginger cat went down on him, bobbing her head up and down, giving him his first taste of road head. Gerard wondered if any car passing them could tell what they were doing, but after a minute he stopped caring. The element of danger in getting a blow job while driving sixty-five miles per hour gave the orange tabby a rush like he hadn't felt since he and Alyssa had first done it when he was only eleven years old. Since then, they'd been having sex on a regular basis, though that was interrupted when Alyssa went off to college, but he would have never imagined that his girlfriend of seven and a half years would do something as bold as this. With the excitement level running so high, he wasn't able to hold out for very long. His breathing hard and fast, he bust his nut, sending his seed into Alyssa's maw, but not before he had accidentally veered to the left. A car passing him blared their horn as they came within inches of side-swiping each other. With his instincts of survival quickly kicking in, Gerard moved the car swiftly to the right, running on the berm of the road.

"Shit!" he screamed, realizing just how far he'd come to being involved in a serious accident. He thought he was in the clear, but heard sirens blaring and red and blue lights flashing behind him. Alyssa with her head still in his lap, hurriedly pulled his shorts back up and sat upright in her seat.

"Better pull over, Gerard," she said.

Gerard pulled over and saw that it was indeed him that the police car behind him had signaled to stop. He tried to calm down, but was too nervous, thinking about what was going to happen next.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," he growled under his breath as he pulled over to the side of the road, his fur now covered in perspiration. "Just what I need."

Alyssa, older and more under control, told him what to do. "Just put your paws on the steering wheel, keep your eyes straight ahead and don't do anything to piss this guy off."

Gerard did as she told him and watched in his rear view mirror as the police officer, a member of the Ohio State Highway Patrol, got out of his police cruiser and approached the SUV. Gerard stood stone still as the officer tapped on his window. The orange tabby rolled it down.

"License and registration, please," said the officer. Gerard looked at the cop. He was a big, burly German Shepherd with a stern look about him. Careful not to make any sudden moves, Gerard reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet to retrieve his driver's license. Alyssa reached into the glove compartment, fetching the SUV's registration. Both documents were handed over to the officer. He scanned them over and looked back up at Gerard.

"Do you know why I pulled you over, sir?" he said, his tone of voice none to pleasant.

"It's because I almost slammed into that mini van a minute ago," said Gerard, knowing that it would be stupid to try and deny his transgression.

"That's right," said the officer. "According to your license, you're from Indiana, correct?"

"Where you headed to?" he asked.

"Vermont," said Gerard, still completely uncomfortable at the interaction with the German Shepherd.

"Sure not gonna make it there if you keep driving like that," said the officer. "You had anything to drink today?"

"No, sir," said Gerard.

"Any drugs?" asked the German Shepherd.

"No," said Gerard.

The German Shepherd looked Gerard up and down, trying to get a sense of what was really going on. He flared his nostrils at the orange tabby cat. "Wait here while I run your information, please."

The German Shepherd went back to his police cruiser to see if Gerard had any outstanding warrants or past offenses. Gerard was still not feeling any better about having been pulled over for a near miss in traffic.

"Great," said Gerard, grumbling. "Now we're gonna be here for the next half hour."

"Just stay calm," said Alyssa. "You keep acting all nervous and you're gonna make this guy think your up to no good."

"I know, I know," said Gerard. "God I wish we could just get this over with."

The waiting was killing Gerard. It didn't take half an hour for the cop to run his information, but it felt like hours to the orange tabby. Finally the cop came back up to his window. "I'm going to ask you to step out of the car, sir." he said.

"Okay," said Gerard. He turned slowly, put his hand on the car door and opened it. The cop back up, giving the cat enough room to exit the vehicle without bumping into him. Gerard put both of his feet on the ground and quickly felt his shorts slide down to his shoes. The German Shepherd, startled, put his paw on the grip of his pistol and pointed his other paw at Gerard.

"Sir," he said. "Please pull your shorts up."

Gerard pulled his shorts up and saw that several cars that were passing them had slowed down to get a better view of what to them must have been a comical sight. Gerard just knew that many of them were taking pictures or worse, recording video footage that they would soon post on YouTube. He buckled his belt and looked back at the officer.

"Sir," said the German Shepherd. "You mind telling me exactly what the hell is going on here?"

Gerard decided to spill his guts to the cop. "Look, look, officer. I'm not on any drugs and I haven't been drinking either. Me and my girlfriend were just on our way to Vermont when she decides to, um . . . pleasure me."

Gerard saw the surprised look of the dog, but in a split second, the cop burst into laughter, slapping his paws on his knees. "No fucking way," he said. "Oh, that's the funny shit I've come across in a long time."

The orange tabby had not expected that reaction. He just stood there and waited for the cop's laughter to die down, thinking it still not a good idea to do anything that might upset him. The German Shepherd's laughter died down and he handed Gerard's license and registration back to him. "Okay, okay," he said, still looking amused. "You've got a clean record, so I'm not going to site you for reckless driving."

"You're not?" asked a surprised Gerard.

"After you cracked my shit up like that, I wouldn't feel right giving you a ticket. Just make sure you kids don't do that again, alright?"

"Yes, sir," said Gerard, feeling relived.

"Have a safe trip to Vermont, sir," said the officer. Gerard waited for the cop to get back in his cruiser and drive off before he got back in his SUV. Relived and embarrassed at the same time, he looked over at Alyssa.

"That was close," he said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"What happened?" asked Alyssa.

"I told him what we were doing and he thought it was hilarious. He saw that I had a clean record, so he didn't give me a ticket for almost hitting that mini van."

"Oh god," said Alyssa. "You told him what we were doing?"

"Not like I had much of a choice, Alyssa," said Gerard. "Did you really want us to be pulled over even longer while he gives me a sobriety test? I sure as hell didn't."

"Good point," said Alyssa. "Now let's get out of here."

"Sure thing," said Gerard, starting the engine of vehicle up again. "Now we're behind schedule."

"Aw," said Alyssa. "We'll be fine."

"Just no more blow jobs while I'm driving, okay?" said Gerard.

"Agreed," said Alyssa.

Gerard and Alyssa stopped for the night, having gotten as far as the western part of Pennsylvania. They'd made a few stops along the way for restroom breaks and snacks. The couple ate at a small mom and pop diner on the eastern part of Ohio where Gerard said he had the greatest tasting cheese burger and chili fried of his life. Enough time had passed that they could both laugh at the traffic stop from earlier in the day.

Gerard chose a motel in a small Pennsylvania town to use as their resting place. He was pleased to see that directly across the street was a liquor store. Alyssa went over and bought her eighteen year old boyfriend a six pack of Coors Light while he checked in for the evening. He took their luggage to their room and sent a text message to Alyssa that they were in Room A7.

She knocked on the door. Gerard answered, swiping the six pack from her paws. She shut the door and watched the orange tabby take a single can from the plastic holder, open it, and chug it down. She laughed at how quickly he drained the can.

"That must be a world record," she said.

Gerard let out a long, deep belch and smiled at her. Alyssa laughed at her boyfriend. "You slob," she said, shaking her head.

"You know," said Gerard, holding up the can as he felt the intoxicating effects of the alcohol kick in. "At eighteen years old, I can buy a house, go to college, start my own business, become a professional prize fighter, fuck, I can even join the military and die in some godforsaken war, but for some reason I can't buy a stinking beer until I'm twenty-one. That make any sense to you?"

"The drinking age in most places is eighteen," said Alyssa. "In Germany it's even sixteen."

"Sounds like they have more sense than we do," said Gerard. "Oh well, at least I have my Gingy to get me booze."

"Happy to do it," said Alyssa.

"Course you are," said Gerard. "Why would you mind when you've been fucking me since I was eleven?"

She put her arms around him, smelling his beer covered breath. "And I've enjoyed every minute of that."

"Speaking of fucking," he said, looking over at the bed. "Let's have some fun, if you don't mind."

"I wouldn't mind at all," said Alyssa, stripping away her clothes. "In fact, I'd love to."

The two lovers got undressed and Alyssa climbed into bed. Feeling goofy from the beer, Gerard flopped down on the other side of the bed like a professional wrestler doing a body slam. Alyssa laughed at her Pumpkin Kitty, who always acted like this when he'd been drinking. Getting to his knees, he pulled his girlfriend over to his now erect cock and spread her legs wide. Alyssa threw her head back as she felt his dick impale her vaginal walls. He looked down at her and grinned. She moved her head forward and returned his grin. Just as they'd gotten a thrill out of the road head, Gerard felt a new excitement from doing it in some cheap motel. He bucked his hips, plowing away at her. She took her paws and rubbed at her breasts. Gerard noticed she always played with her tits when they were having sex, and it never failed to turn him on. With his beer buzz really kicking in, he shook the bed, making it creak and squeak as he fucked her harder and harder. Her moans and groans turned into yelling as her boyfriend's cock drove her wild. Gerard maintained a stupid looking grin on his face throughout the entire romp in the hay. They both heard someone in the next room pounding on the wall, telling them to keep it down, but that only made Gerard want to go at it even harder. Alyssa screamed at the top of her lungs, unable to hold back her emotions. She felt her own orgasm before Gerard could finish and just laid their in silence until the orange tabby cold blast his load into her. Satisfied with their mating, he laid down beside his queen.

"That was fun, Gingy," he said.

"Sure was, my Pumpkin Kitty," she said to him, brushing her paws through his chest fur. They both laid there for ten minutes and finally decided to get up and take a shower together before calling it a night.

There was a knock on the door. Both of them put their clothes on, knowing that it was probably management coming to inform them that they were disturbing the other guests. His clothes back on, Gerard went and answered it.

"Yes?" he said.

A frumpy looking male dog of some mixed breed stood in the doorway. "Sorry to disturb you, sir," he said, in a nasally voice. "I hate to disturb you, but some of the other guests were complaining that you were being too loud. Could I ask you to be a little quieter, please?"

"Okay," said Gerard. "I'll just try fucking my girlfriend more quietly next time."

The dog gave him a bewildered look before walking away and shaking his head. Gerard wasn't bothered at all. He just went over to the bathroom and opened the door. "Ready for our shower, Gingy?" he asked her, stripping his clothes off once more.

"Of course I am, PK," she said, removing her clothes. She joined him in the bathroom and gave him a kiss. They both smiled lovingly at each other, realizing that was twice in one day someone was aware of their sexual activity. Gerard realized he didn't mind. It just meant that more people knew how madly in love he was with his Gingy.