He stopped short of asking his next question. Leaning back against the front window, she pushed her legs out straight. He slid his body closer. Shifting his left hand to rest on top of her right, he leaned forward, his face almost touching hers. Her head tilted down, her eyes rose to meet his. He bent forward, hesitated, their lips inches apart. The first kiss was a gentle questioning peck. Was she receptive to more? She bent her head slightly to her right. He slowly and gently kissed her again and again. Her eyes closed, her head fell back, as he pushed his mouth on to hers.
Her head burned, her heart raced and all her inhibitions disappeared. Arms lying limp at her sides, she became lost in his passions. His hands raced over her body, rising to cup a breast and pinch hard on a nipple. Pulling it up and out, then releasing it to spring back in. She sucked in hard when his hand pushed down between her legs driving fingers toward her wetness. She grabbed his wrist, trying to push him away, but it was too late. A finger punched it’s way in. Her legs went limp, her brain crackled, as one finger followed the other.
He’d succeeded, his ego told him. He knew he’d have her from the first second he’d seen her perched on the car. He was proud of himself. He slowly pulled back. He glanced down at the bottle, and back at her. You want more? Do bears shit in the woods? I have to ask one last time, why are you really dressed like that? It’s hot, and how many times I got to tell you, I hate wearin clothes, specially when it’s hot, but all the time, anyhow. I bet your a lot fun to be around? You wanna see, she asked, I’ll sit right here nekked if ya want, hiking it up under her chin. No, you wait, at least til I get back, pulling her hands and the shirt back down.
He pushed off the car but not before she had taken hold of the rose. Is that for a girl? No. She pulled him in. I like it. Me too, he said, sliding his hands up her legs and around her back, kissing her lightly, pulling her in, their mouths locked, lost in the moment. Go, she ordered, pushing him away sporting a wicked smile. As he glanced back, she had slid off the car, the shirt hiked, riding up her backside, exposing skin as she lit another smoke.
She could feel the his bulge against her belly as they stood, mouths locked, his hands exploring every one of her curves. He slowly pulled back, her body tight to his. He took the bottle from off the roof of her car putting it to her lips. With one move, she opened, pushing her tongue forward, as he poured it in. He smiled. Pulled it away and put it to his, spilling some. She tiptoed up to lick it off his chin. He bent, his mouth meeting hers. She pulled away, bending her head back, opening her mouth, jutting out her tongue, fawning for more. This time he made sure to pour it straight down. After the third big slug she choked, spraying bourbon up into the air. Coughing, she bent forward. Hold it in, he ordered. I know you can. She looked up at him, tears streaming from her eyes, laughing. You bastard. He laughed with her. She burped.
Now that what I wanted to hear. He said. The delicate words of a fine gentile young southern lady. She pulled her shirt up to wipe off her face exposing every inch of herself to him. He moved his hands down, slowly tracing her exposed curves. She sucked hard, closed her eyes, her head tilting, letting her mind enjoy his touch. Chills, her skin rippling with bumps, she gasped as his hand reached up between her thighs. He bent to kiss her lightly on the nose and lips. She stumbled, her knees giving way, he reached out to right her. You need to sit? Her head bent forward, leaning against his chest, shaking it side to side to tell him no. He pulled her close.
Her hands began to frantically work to undo his pants. He grabbed her wrists, shaking his head. Not here, he said. The crackling of shells brought their heads up. A truck pulled up to the front of the store. An old man got out looking their way, then back to the store, the bell announcing his entrance.
She turned back, smiling up at him. Pushed him back, all her judgment gone, along with her will. With one quick move pulled the shirt up over her head, tossing her locks up off her shoulder for a brief instance. Just long enough for him to get a full frontal view of her perfectly, naked, pubescent, plump, nubile body. With the flick of her hand, she tossed the shirt backwards through the window of her fathers Cadillac’s and down to the seat.
How do you like me now?, She asked coyly, standing naked before him. He smiled. He pushed one hand between her thighs and the other around her back, pushing his mouth over hers, his tongue and fingers piercing her deep within. Jenni’s mind exploded. She was lost. Not knowing where she was or what she was doing, she let him take absolute control. Let’s get out of here, he said after they’d come up for air. With one hand on the bottle and the other round her waist he reached for the door handle. Grabbing hold of the rose Jenni pulled him round the back of his car. She grabbed the back door handle, he put his hand on the window as if to say no. He pulled on the front door, pulling it aside, and pushed her in, sliding in after her. She pushed up on her knees, locking her face to his and her arms round his neck. Intoxicated with each other, they refused to notice the truck passing slowly by, it’s driver glaring wild-eyed, as it left. Pulling the door shut, he pulled her down to his lap. Giddy, like a nervous child who needed to take a piss, she squirmed atop him.
She told him where to go. North, then west. To the camp. No one was there. With one hand he started the car, with the other he pulled her close. She took care of everything else. Shifting the gears, tuning the radio, lighting each a cigarette, pulling off his shirt, undoing his belt, and opening his pants to relieve his bulge. They passed the fifth of Jack back and forth, each taking one swig after the other. The bourbon and her nervous sexual energy had chased away all her blues and every bit of her judgment.
A cigarette dangling from his mouth, his left elbow resting in the widow and hand on the wheel, he steered the car in to town. Jenni, with her eyes closed, her legs apart, sat straddling his right leg. Up, between her cheeks, the fingers of his right hand danced deep within her moisture. She sighed, her head leaning on his shoulder, left hand round his stick jutting up between her naked thighs, and her right, a cigarette between two fingers playing with the curls on his chest, was lost. Cars passed, people stared, but neither of them noticed.
Jenni jerked the bourbon to her mouth and gulped as much as she could before pulling it down. Save some for me? She raised the bottle, jiggling it to show there was still more than half the fifth remaining. She pushed the bottle up, pushing it to his mouth. As she got it near, he jerked up with his right hand, shoving his fingers in further, causing her to gasp, before slowly moving it towards his lips. Stopping for a red light, Jenni turned the bottle up, letting him gulp his fill. She turned round. Climbing over his lap, straddling him. Putting the cigarette in her mouth, she grabbed hold, guiding him up between her inflamed lips, and slowly pushed him up inside of her. Their mouths locked, she worked her body up and down, finally getting him all the way in. Like a junkie in need of a fix, she had found her drug. The light turned twice before he turned left and headed out of town.
She gave out little whimpers as the car bounced over the curb and down the red clay drive. With one hand on the ceiling and the other gripping his shoulder, her brain exploded as the car jolted up and over a dip, slamming her down, pushing the full length of him up inside. Her body jerked, her brain crackled as a lightning bolt went through her skull. Another dip, another explosion, her taught breasts jumping in sync with her body. She exploded twice more before his car came to a stop in front of the trailer.
He cut the lights and the engine as she panted, moaning, sweat covering them. Her head sunk against his shoulder their mouths locked together.
She slowly came round. Lifting her head. Kissing him. She pushed up. He was still so hard. Filling her. She wanted to stay this way, stay connected to him, and keep him deep inside of her. Reluctantly she pulled up, gasping as he slid out. She looked into his face, his eyes, smiling. She moved round. Bringing her head down to give it a kiss. Tasting herself for the very first time.
Swinging open the door, he grabbed her hand, pulling her out. She tugged back at him. Let’s go inside, he said. Let’s stay out here, she disagreed tugging at a belt loop. She pulled forward, his legs between hers, pulling down his pants. He stepped out of his shoes to let her finish. She bent, tossing his pants over her shoulder. She grabbed the bottle, jumped out, standing on her toes to give a kiss, coyly, pulling him by the hand, she swung open the back door, sliding backwards down on to the seat, pulling him in behind her. He ducked just in time, almost hitting his head, causing him to plop down beside her. She climbed in on top, giggling, straddling him, forcing him back in.
Eyes rolling back, lids twitching, she shuddered, letting out a deep gargled breath, as she hit bottom. She was somewhere else, he could tell. Gasping deep short breaths. She slowly came back round. He’d seen this before, but not to the degree at which she was. He meant nothing to her, it was the high she was after. He was just the means through which she received it. You enjoying yourself? It took a moment before she answered. Yeah, she said, as she flung her head back, tossing her locks. With one move, Jenni pulled the bottle to her mouth, tilting it up, gulping it in, then handing it to him. He took a gulp, setting it down, watching as she began to grind her pelvis round and round. Up, down, and around, up, down, around, again. He pulled the small of her back to him causing her belly to come forward as she dropped down. With one hand on the ceiling, the other on his bicep, she rolled, her eyes rolling backwards, with her head, her mouth agape, she shuddered.
Grinding harder she couldn’t escape her feelings. It was so easy, her addiction started so easily, so casually. Her energy abated, she collapsed, her head resting on his chest. Sweat coursing out every pore, the tips of her hair dripping wet, clinging to her body. He pulled the bottle to his lips. Pulling up, her lips met his, tasting of bourbon and sweat. Her eyes flickering in the dark, he pushed the bottle to her mouth, bending her head back, opening, closing her eyes, she let him pour it in. She drank as much as she could before pulling away.
With one move he rolled her down on to the seat driving himself in to the hilt. She sucked in hard. With deliberate moves he began to pound, one then the next, another, hard, determined. Sweat. Splattering sweat, causing her to slide, her head pushed hard against the arm rest. Pushing back, they splashed back and forth. His motion quickened, he arched his back, raising up, gripping her backside hard, he pulled her up, forcing her on to him. She convulsed, arching up, lightning crackling across the synapses of her brain, her head was afire, explosions ripped across her skull. He pounded her as hard as he could. She screeched loud, then low deep guttural, convulsing eddies. He jerked one last time, shoving hard, squeezing her hard, collapsing. Her eyes dilated, her brain a frenzy, she twisted underneath him, digging her fingers in his back, gripping, she flailed, stiffening, gasping for air, rigid, then falling limp. She spit sweat. Sucked in hard, blowing out sweat, twisting her head back and forth, her heart and mind raging. She slowly came back, pounding on his back.
He turned his head, kissing her lightly on the brow. Her head began to clear, she locked her arm around his neck, pushing him back in, jerking. Breathless she stiffened. She couldn’t think. He softened inside her. She jerked, couldn’t breathe, the air around them too hot. She pushed up on his shoulders, wiggling to get herself free. He pushed up, shoving back in hard. She gasped for air, her head flew back, biting hard on her lip. He slammed her once again before jerking himself out, their juices splattering out over her legs, dripping over her belly.
She curled up trying to free herself from the seat, too weak she splashed back down. He climbed out searching for a cigarette, finding them on the dashboard. He pulled out two, lit them, sucking deep, keeping one for himself, handing the other back to her. She pushed up on her elbows, trying to reach for the cigarette and free herself, too exhausted, she splashed back down on the sweat covered seat. He reached back, sticking it in her open mouth. She gripped it between her lips, sucking hard, then blowing out, her breath weak, her will gone.
He sat, hunched over, his feet on the ground, staring out at the lake. He’d fucked her good. He took pride in it. He’d get to do it again too. She wanted it. He knew she did. There was something about her, something wild about her, like she didn’t care. It made him uneasy, and eager at the same time.
He stood. Hey, he said turning round. You okay back there? Fuck! Yes, that’s what it’s called, he laughed. Jenni finally had the strength to push herself away from the seat. Pulling herself out with her legs, she scooted to the edge and flopped back against the seat. Looking round, her eyes slowly able to focus, she found the half empty bottle. Grabbing it by the neck, she pulled it to her lips. She gulped as much as she could down before he pulled it away.
Hold on there, leave some of it for me, he said. She belched. Laughing, she pushed the bottle up towards him. He snatched the bottle laughing with her. Gripping the top of the car door frame, she pulled herself up. She turned, wobbled, her legs weak from their sex and too much bourbon, she fell straight back, splatting, stretched out in the sand. She couldn’t contain herself, up-roaring laughter filled the night. She spread her legs and arms out, flailing back and forth, the sand and dust clinging to every inch of her sweat drenched body.
He was above her looking down, laughing with her. Gripping a handful of sand, she threw it up at him. He turned as it fell against his back. He turned back just as she threw the second. It hit him on the side. Stop! Was all he could muster.
She rolled over getting completely covered with dirt and sand. He bent, taking hold of her elbow, pulling her up to her knees. The bottle in one hand, his arm wrapped round her waist, he pulled her up off the ground. Half dragging, half walking, he carried her to the lake, splashing as he walked her in. When she got to where she was chest deep, he let her go. She fell backwards, slipping under the water. He jerked out to grasp her hand, pulling her back up. She spit water, gasped and coughed. He held her round the waist as she came too, wiping her hair from off her face, still spitting out the last bits of water.
That was mean, she chuckled. Yes it was, but you needed it. You’re covered with dirt. You need a cleaning. And besides, the water will bring you back around. She hung on his arm, dipping her head back, holding her nose, she shook her head, rinsing it. Raising back up she pulled up to kiss him, then floated back down. Locking leg around his waste, she spread out on the top of the water, floating, staring up at the stars. Her head began to clear. He admired the casual way she lay there, her curves, her breasts, he reached between her legs, placing his hand in the middle of her back, and pulling her up to him. Draped over his bicep, waist deep in the water, legs dangling, she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling her mouth up to his. They clung to each other for minutes until she laid back on the top of the water, floating.
You’re so beautiful, he said. She could see his lips move, but heard only the muffled sounds of her own heart beating. With his hand underneath, her face, breasts and thighs the only parts breaking the plain of the water, he slowly stepped deeper in. As the water reached his shoulders, he dipped his head back , dropping it beneath the surface to rinse completely.
Keeping one hand in the small of her back, her hair flowing out like wisps of smoke, he glided her towards the shore. As the water reached his waist, bending, he kissed one breast, then the other. A smile drew across her face, arching her back, pressing them upwards, his mouth lowered, lingering on one, then the other. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her up, hair stuck flat to her head and shoulders and shining as if lit by the moon.
At the beach he pulled her in tight, her hard nipples pressing against him, he bent forward, their mouths locked, as he pulled her up, an arm underneath her knees, picking her up off her feet. He set her down about half way up the dock, climbing on top of her, his arousal beginning to reveal itself once again.
He sat up squatting, his knees out in front, feet pointing away from his side. He cupped under each knee pushing her legs wide, forcing her backside off the dock. He pulled her on to his stiffened member. Ouch! She exclaimed, her exposed back scraping against the worn wood slats. He stabbed, first missing, then getting himself all the way in. It was time to give it to her, he supposed. His ego got the best of him. He was no-longer interested in the sex, he now wanted to control her. It was time to give her what he felt she really needed.
You’re hurting me, Jenni cried. He reached forward pulling her up. She plopped down on his waist fully penetrated. She gasped. He was in her to the hilt. Grab hold, he told her, round my neck. Jenni did her best to interlock her fingers behind his neck as he scooped her up from behind, his hands gripping each cheek hard. He rocked back, pushing up to a squat, the with one quick move he had her up in the air, her legs wrapped round his back. Her head hung back exploding as she began to loose consciousness. He pushed her up letting her drop back down. Jenni screeched as she hit bottom, his thickness piercing her deep within.
He carried her as if she were a rag-doll to the car. A gleeful yelp leaving her mouth with each step.
He pulled her hands from behind his neck, letting her fall back, guiding her through the open door to the Front seat. Jenni, exhausted, laid back gasping for air. Grabbing the bottle off the hood he gave it a shake, a third left. He took a gulp and climbed in. Gripping her by the elbow he pulled her up. Here you go baby, take a drink, he ordered as pushed the bottle up to her mouth. Whack! His open hand slap stung her face. Open up!
Jenni opened her mouth. He began to pour. She tried to push the bottle away to take a break, instead he grabbed her chin, pushing her head back. No! No! Time to take your medicine. Come on now drink.
Her eyes watered. The bourbon stung as he poured it down her throat. Jenni gagged, coughing, spewing whiskey as she gasped for air.
He laughed. Something in him had changed to something she didn’t like.
She fell back on the seat.
He pulled her back up, this time pulling her all the way up to his lap, pushing her up, then stabbing her back down. He went in hard and fast. Jenni’s brain exploded.
Turning slightly round, he pulled the gear shifter down, jerking the car in reverse, causing her to jerk awkwardly up, then down. She lost balance and yelped as he pushed all the way in causing her legs to slip out from under. She grabbed hold of his shoulders to right herself. Braking hard, she squealed again. Eyes closed, biting her lower lip, Jenni shuttered.
She pulled her legs back in beside him on the seat, bringing her hips forward, then back. He pulled the shifter down, goosed the accelerator, jerking the car forward. Jenni jumped in response. He braked hard causing her to slide forward, then pumped the gas moving her back again. The car bucked forward, jerked to a stop, then back forward one more time. Jenni slid back and forth in response.
The car hit the first dip in the road throwing her up and back down hard. She squealed as she hit bottom and exploded. She couldn’t control it. He kept the car jerking forward from one dip to the next. By the time they approached the highway, her head was resting on his shoulder. He stopped the car for a second hoping she’d regain some composure. When she didn’t he punched the accelerator causing the car to buck up on to the highway and down on the dirt road on the other side. Jenni flew up, hitting her head on the roof before plopping back down. She couldn’t stop convulsing.
Jenni was in total ecstasy. As he goosed the car from one dip to the other she slid up, then dropped back down driving him all the way in. Every time she hit bottom she convulsed again.
He jerked the car to a complete stop, threw it in reverse turning the car round, and bucking it back to the highway. The car lurched forward up on to the asphalt.
Jenni, her head on his shoulder, breathing hard, was dripping with sweat. The breeze through the open widows giving her just a little relief. He slapped her on the behind hard. Light me a cigarette, he ordered. Slowly raising her head, she looked around on the seat beside them. Up there on the dash, behind you, he pointed with his head. As she turned, pulling up slightly, he grabbed hold of her backside shoving himself back in with a quick jerk. Not that way, lean back and get them.
A sassy wicked smile came across her face. She leaned back, extending her arms out for the pack. Just as she got hold, he jerked up in one more time. She laughed as she pulled back up. Jenni rocked back up, pulling two cigarettes from the pack with her teeth. A cocky whimsical look in her eye, he jerked himself in again. She lit them, sucking in hard, a billowing cloud escaping her lungs, she handed one to him. The whole night she’d got away with being the passive one, now it was time for a change. She pushed up, he jerked up to cover the distance and as he did she slammed back down. Her head exploded, but she maintained control. She repeated her actions. Every time she’d push off, he’d jerk upwards, and she’d drop back down grinding her pelvis into him.
The situation was so heated and wild he had to pull the car off the side of the road and stop. Jenni held his head in her hands, both so hot their sweat flowed out of them. She kissed him as the action continued. Forcing herself down hard and fast. Continuing for as long as she possibly could she rode him. She was near total meltdown when he began to twitch. He was close to exploding when he grabbed a cheek in each hand, gripping tight, shoving her hard down, and holding her there. They exploded, mouths locked on each others, groaning and whimpering with each others convulsions.
The bottle was damn near empty as he raised it up. He gave it to Jenni. She took one gulp and handed the last of it to him. He smiled. She wasn’t half bad, he told himself, watching the bottle splatter as it hit the asphalt. Not someone you want to get involved with, too loose, though he did enjoy her eager beaver attitude.
Jenni was half leaning, half sitting next to him as they passed beneath the dimly lit Schlitz sign. He pulled in beside her father’s Cadillac. Cut the engine. They sat for a time in silence before he said something to the fact it was time for him to go. The sun would rise soon and he needed to get back to the base before it did. Let’s get together on Friday, he said. Jenni shook her head in agreement, but not really wanting their night to end. She scooted slowly towards the door keeping her eyes focused on his just in case she saw any inclination he was as eager as she was to continue. He reached over the to grab his pants off the floorboard, giving her one last parting kiss. She pulled up on the handle, slowly pushing open the door, before stepping out.
He slid next to her. Now, you’ll be here on Friday? Jenni bent down, her legs straight, butt in the air, her elbows in his window, and her head resting on her arms. What time, she asked? Be here for ten, just after dark, and be sure to park around back, out of sight. I’ll get here just after you. With a dreamy gaze, she shook her head affirming his command. He pulled his jeans over his outstretched legs, jerking them up to his waist. She pushed in for a last kiss. He gave her quick peck, with one hand on the wheel, he pushed her head back.
Lip puckered, Jenni turned, but not before turning round, bending over, and pushing her derrière through the window at him. With every bit of strength he could muster, with an open right hand, he came down as hard as he could across it. Smack, she sprang away, falling forward against her father’s car. Smarting from the slap, Jenni rose contorting her torso to gently touch the burn. Ow! That smarts. You get in your car and get out of her before I do it again, he barked. She quickly wiggled it one more time his way, taunting him. He jumped across the seat towards her. She jerked the car door open, falling in, squealing as her skin touched the leather. Friday, at ten, he reminded her backing out.
His rear wheels threw up dust and shells as it fishtailed out of the parking lot. Jenni, smarting from the whack, had to drive contorted on her side, her skin would burn for two whole days. The house was silent as she inched the car up the drive. Checking the inside to make sure she’d left nothing behind, Jenni slithered underneath the surface of the pool. The cool water helped to control the burn. The black sky had begun to grey by the time she placed her damp hair on her pillow. Her anticipations kept her awake just long enough to hear the lonesome whistle of the five-thirty train as it sped north through the pines.