Jess passed the pipe discreetly over the center console. I took it without looking down. "How’m I doin’?“
"Hang on,” she cautioned, her fingers dancing on my bare arm. Then a sharp tap. "Okay go.“
She leaned over and held the wheel steady while we rocked down a straight stretch of freeway, the ‘82 Benz pleased to be running again. I ducked and took a hit, blowing the smoke out the cracked window.
"Ahhhh. Much better.”
“Rest stop,” Jess said. She squirmed in her seat. "I need to pee.“
My buzz kicked in as we pulled off into the empty parking lot. I got out enough to lean on the door and air out the car while Jess scampered in and out of the ladies’ side of the shingled building. I took another hit from the pipe, keeping my eye on teh entrance in case any late-night truckers showed up. Apparently no one else within a few hundred miles had decided to go for a 2 am ride.
"Boo,” Jess said right in my ear, and I reached out and caught her around the waist. I planted a huge wet kiss on her temple.
“Hey, cutie.”
“You’re high as fuck, huh.”
“Yup.”
“So c’monnnn,” she said, grabbing my hand and dancing to the back door of our massive car. I followed her a couple of steps before I realized what she was after.
“Jess! We’re not allowed.”
“Yes huh.” Her eyes sparkled. "I made the last payment just now. See?“ She held up her mobile phone. I had to squint to see it, but the Total Amount Due number was unmistakable: $0.00.
We could finally fuck all over our car.
"Hell yeah!” I said and dove, taking her under me so we sprawled across the back seat. She giggled and bit her tongue in concentration as she felt for the door handle with her foot. I heard it close behind me without even hitting my shoes. "Nicely done.“
"Make out with me,” she said, putting her hands on my cheeks and pulling me down over her.
I fumbled with her pants in the dim light cast by the one rogue streetlamp until I got to the thong beneath. I swept the little triangle of fabric aside and fingered her. She moaned but could hardly have gotten wetter.
“Did you – ”
She put a finger that smelled distinctly of pussy to my lips. "Shhhh. Just fuck me.“
"You beautiful slut,” I said and wriggled until I could go down on her. My tongue drew letters on her clit, slow, thoughtful ones that made her sigh and tremble and ask me what I was spelling.
“Important things,” I said, raising my head and licking my chin. "Things that I dare not say out loud because maybe this is all just a really cool dream.“
"Okay,” Jess said. "Then go real slow and I’ll figure it out.“ She rubbed the bare tops of her thighs and giggled nervously. "And hold the extra tickles or I’ll have no idea.”
Gently, I spelled it out: I W-A-N-T T-H-I-S A-L-W-A-Y-S. She missed the As and the Y, but I could see from the look of peace on her just-visible features that she had figured it out.
“I love you,” she said, her fingers in my hair.
“Ditto,” I said, and when she threaded her hands through the door handle I began to thrust.