She got a truck. I was still driving my old, used old minivan. I fucking hated that minivan. A brown Dodge that I’d needed at the time. I tried to look on the bright side, you could make a small bed in the back with the seat back down. But still, it was a fucking minivan. And her truck, god damn it, was not just any truck. Her dad had given her his old 1969 Ford F250. It was painted a luscious butterscotch with cream trim. The seats were cracked but she had a dark blue wool blanket thrown over them.
She drove to my house when she got that truck. I burned red when I saw her drive up in it. I imagined her hand on that long, spindly stick coming up from the floorboards. She waved to me. I didn’t budge. “C’mon,” she yelled at me, “You can drive it.” She slid over into the passenger seat and looked forward out the window, sure of me coming. I wandered up to her and stuck my head in the passenger window. “Nice,” I said, “He gave it to you?” She nodded. “Is he going to keep it up?” she looked at me. “Jesus, I hope so,” she said. I nodded and looked down at her knees. She was in her red & white dress with her brown cowboy boots. She looked like a dream as always. Her sweet knees and that little bit of thigh, little bit of shin I could get a look at.
We met in high school. I had recently moved back to town with my head nearly shaved bald. To be honest, it was more extreme than I intended, but I wanted to stomp back into town if I had to go back. I ran into her at the movies. She runs the ticket booth. I told her I was back home. We chatted for a minute and she let me in for free. After the movie ended, I was walking to my car when she came up behind me and tugged on my elbow. “Can I get a ride?” she asked me. I drove her home mostly in silence. Neither of us knew what to say. I felt something electric between us but couldn’t quite believe it. In front of her house she thanked me and opened the door but then closed it, turned around, and reached her hand just above my ear. “I like it,” she said and scratched her fingernails on the stubbly hairs there. “Good,” I said. She quickly opened the car and ran up to her door. I sat there staring at her house for a few beats. I’d seen her around every week but hadn’t found the nerve to test the waters. It felt like a lot to risk in my hometown.
“Where do you want me to drive you?” I asked, feeling ornery and a little sore with envy, knowing I needed to work that shit out fast. “Drive me down the highway,” she said, “I’ll buy you supper somewhere. Please say yes.” She smiled at me and I grinned back. “Of course I’ll say yes,” I laughed. I hopped around the front and jumped in. There were wires hanging out under the dash. She had a portable radio on the seat next to us and a little basket in the foot well.
We drove out on the highway. I headed towards the lake. It was about an hour away down the long flat highway. The sun was going down. She turned on the radio and we listened to some old-time country music. She sang along in a high, whispy voice and I just smiled and listened. Her fingers tapped the rhythm out on her thigh. “I like hearing you sing,” I said, “It’s nice.” She didn’t answer, just kept singing along, but I saw her blush a little and smile. “Where are you taking me?” she asked after awhile. “The lake,” I answered, “There’s a good catfish place near there if that sounds good.” She nodded. I gripped the wheel and felt a sudden surge of desire hit my cunt. Damn. I didn’t know how to do this exactly. Not with her. But here we were. I should make a move at some point.
I parked in the gravel lot and swung around to her door, but she was already out of the truck. She gave me a look and said, “How sweet you are.” I rubbed my neck. My hands felt out of place. I jammed them in my pockets and we walked in. I loved this old place. I’d gone here as a kid. A sawdust floor, the tables were made from those big wooden spools, and the menu only had catfish and hush puppies and cole slaw. The restaurant was situated on a small, dug pond stocked with catfish. You could sit on the dock and fish for a small fee and they’d cook your fish up right there. We ordered some beers and fish and found a table in the corner. She looked down at the upturned barrel that served as a chair and I saw that her dress was too nice for this place. “Hang on,” I said and threw my jacket over the barrel for her to sit on. She smiled at me. “Such a gentleman,” she laughed. “I am that,” I said, nodding, “I am.”
She drank her beer from a plastic cup and I took mine from the bottle. We ate with our fingers and talked. We talked about everything in between high school and now. What she’d been doing (saving money and taking classes at the community college). What I’d been doing (working doing landscaping down in Florida until I realized I hated it). We talked about what we wanted to be doing. She told me she was writing. She submitted stories to magazines and journals but so far had only gotten rejections. I told her I wanted to read them. She told me one about a woman who lives alone in a small town and grows old there, never venturing out beyond the city limits, and reads nothing but travel books. I wanted to tell her something I dreamed about, but I really didn’t know yet. I didn’t know what I wanted. I just wanted to be able to go fishing and swim in the rivers and lakes and lie on my back looking at the sky.
We finished our food and had been talking for a long time when she got up and said she wanted to freshen up. She came back with her lipstick touched up, red and gorgeous. I stood up and went to the counter. They knew me here. I bought a few more beers for the road and carried them out to the truck in a folded up grocery sack. “Where now?” I said to her. “Let’s drive to the lake somewhere,” she said, “Is there a place we can sit and look at the water?”
I remembered a place my grandpa used to take me to shoot off fireworks. There was this old dirt road that bumped its way down to a small clearing where people used to put their boats in. It was always empty down there now that the marina had been built. This was Kentucky and the dirt was red. The headlights looked out on that red dirt and gravel as we made our way on the two skinny tire tracks. I stopped a little ways back from the lake. The moment the engine cut, she reached out and touched my hand. It was dark in the cab. There wasn’t much of a moon and it was hidden behind some trees. “You know what I want, right?” she asked me. I nodded and kept my hands on the wheel. “You’re so sweet,” she said, “I hope I don’t come off too forward for you, but I’ve been thinking about this for a long time.” She sidled up next to me on that bench seat and gave me the sexiest kiss I’d ever known. I wrapped an arm around her and moved a hand to her chest, sliding down over her soft cleavage but she grabbed my wrist before I went any further. “Hold on,” she said.
She pulled the basket out from under her feet and handed it to me. “I brought something,” she said, “For you. Please. And these blankets for the truck bed.” She had a couple thick blankets stuffed behind the seats and handed them to me. I stepped out of the cab and threw the blankets in the back. I opened up the basket and saw what she brought for me. There was a cock and a harness. Jesus. I was excited and a little scared. I’d never been with someone quite so bold before. I grabbed one of the beers and drank it down fast. Fuck. Okay.
I slid my jeans and shorts low enough to strap on the cock. I remembered back to the last girl I fucked back in Florida. It had been awhile. I felt nervous. She called out from the cab, “Tell me when you’re ready.” I hitched my jeans back up but left them hanging open. I went around to her door and opened it. She stepped out, taking my hand. I helped her up into the back and climbed in after her. She had her hand on my cock before she kissed me. “Jesus,” I whispered. Her hand was stroking my cock up and down and it hit my clit just right, warming me all over. I put my hands low on her back and she pulled away from me giggling. “I’m cold,” she said. I went back to the cab to get the blanket from the seat and my jacket. She took my jacket and draped it across her shoulders. I sat down and wrapped the blanket around us.
She pulled the blanket up around her tightly and straddled my hips. She pushed me back against the cab and kissed me hard. I could taste her lipstick. She pushed her tongue deep into my mouth and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her to me. She kissed me long and slow with a hungry way of sucking on my lips and tongue. I felt thrown into the middle of something. I was on fire. And then she pulled quickly away from me and laughed. “Not so fast,” she said, as if it was me leading us into this. “Huh?” was all I managed in response. I felt fuzzy, muddled. “Look up at the stars,” she said, “It’s a beautiful night,” and she cuddled against my chest. I grabbed another beer for myself, wanting to back off a bit. She was confusing me. I wanted to think. I sucked the bottle with long, cool sips and shivered a little.
We sat there quietly looking up at the night sky. Out here, far from any city lights, the sky opened up above us. When I was nearly done with my beer she asked me for the bottle. She took it in her mouth, not drinking it, but sucking the glass. She stared at me and leaned over it, sucking it like a cock. My mouth hung open. Without thinking, I grabbed my cock and gripped it. “You like my mouth?” she asked, “You want me to suck your cock?” I nodded. She was clearly in control here and could do whatever the fuck she wanted. I sat back waiting for my next set of instructions.
She took my cock in her hand. Twisting and stroking it, pressing it hard against me. “Not too much?” she asked. I shook my head, “No. Oh god. That’s good.” She laughed again, “You’re so easy to please,” she said. She gripped my cock in her hand and brought her face to mine. She licked my lips with her tongue. She teased my mouth open and sucked my tongue. I could feel her on my cock. My heel hit the truck bed. My legs shifted around, scrambling, wanting more. She unbuttoned my shirt and bit my flesh down between my breasts and over my belly. She stopped at my cock and licked the shaft, looking up at me, making sure I was watching her. And then her mouth was on me. I felt her breath on my belly as she took me deep into her throat. I wanted to tug my jeans down, but didn’t dare move. She was hitting my clit just right and my hips responded. I rested a hand on the back of her head, my other hand pushed down into the truck bed as I lifted my hips higher. She stayed put, sucking my cock so good and so long. I was going to come. I could feel it. I was loud, moaning and swearing. She knew when I came. I hit the side of the truck. I bent over her, shaking. “That’s good,” she says.
She pulled me down next to her and pulled the blanket around us. She took my hand and slipped it between her legs, sliding it up under her dress. “I’m going to show you what I want,” she said and held two of my fingers against her wet panties. Together, we stroked the full lips of her labia. I felt her pussy swell under my fingertips. She held me hard against her and pulsed her grip. She drew my fingers up to her clit and back down. “Okay, you now,” she whispered. I heard the arousal in her voice. I felt desperate to please her. I rubbed her pussy the way she showed me and sucked on her neck. I waited until her panties were so wet they stuck to my fingers before pushing them aside. She felt so good. So wet and soft. Her hair was slick and matted. I teased one finger inside her lips and she shuddered against me.
“I want you inside me,” she said, “your fingers.” I leaned my face over hers and kissed her sweet mouth as I pushed two fingers inside her. I sucked on her tongue, taking her breath for a second. My fingers were slow and steady. “Get me ready for your cock,” she said between kisses, “keep it slow and soft.” I liked the way she talked to me. I liked that she knew exactly what she wanted. But I wanted to surprise her, too. I got on my knees and straddled her. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and rubbed my whole hand slowly against her. I hunched over her, sucking on her neck. She grabbed my head and pulled on my hair where she could get a grip. She moved beneath me. “I want you on your knees,” I said and with a hand at her hip, pushed to help move her into position. I lifted her dress up and pulled her panties down to her knees. “Fuck me hard,” she said.
I held my cock to her and put one hand flat on the small of her back, the other wrapped around her belly. I thrust myself hard inside her. I wanted to fuck her as hard as I could right out of the gate. She called out, a high pitched yelp. I bent over her back and grabbed both shoulders, harnessing her to me, pulling her back against me. “Yes. Fuck!” she yelled out, “Just like that.” “Shut up now,” I groaned and clapped a hand over her mouth, “Shut up and let me fuck you.” I felt my hips bruise as I slammed against her. I held on tight. “Come here, now,” I moaned into her neck, “Come here, beautiful,” and I reached one arm long to rub her clit. I felt her teeth against the palm of my hand when her mouth opened as she came. Her scream was muffled. “There you go,” I told her, repeating it again and again as I caught my breath and kept fucking her like a shadow. “There you go. Let’s rest awhile and look at this sky,” I said, taking my hand off her mouth, “This good Kentucky sky.”
We fucked again in her truck under that big, beautiful sky. She climbed over my hips and rode me. I came underneath her and had to keep going for several minutes until she came, too. My shirt was stuck to my back by the time we wound things down and the night air was cold on my sweat. My muscles ached. I drove her home and couldn’t think of a damn thing to say. She left the radio off and scooted over close to me, pulling my arm around her at one point. The road ahead looked good to me. It had been a good night.
