The Complete Drive-In

10

The storm subsided.

We didn’t sink.

The day came up quick and hot, and there was no mist and no ghostly drive-in.

Reba and I lay down in the seat together. It was a narrow seat, so she had to lie on top of me. She rubbed against me. She put her mouth close to my ear.

“I didn’t think I could get juiced again,” she said. “I thought that sort of thing had all dried out. But I’m wet as outside the bus. And hot, and I hurt, you know, in a good way. Down there.”

“I feel like I have a crowbar in my pants,” I said.

Not exactly romantic, I admit, but we were not living in romantic times.

She pulled up the rag of a dress she wore and rolled to the side and undid my near worn-out pants, and out I came, popping up like a jack-in-the-box.

“We shouldn’t,” she said, holding my dick in her hand.

“No?” I said.

“I don’t want to get pregnant.”

“I’ll pull.”

“What if you don’t?”

“I will.”

“Famous last words.”

“Really. I will.”

She slid over me and spread her legs, and in I went, and she said, “You lie still.”

“Everyone knows what we’re doing.”

“Maybe not,” she said, “and even if they do, let’s try and keep it private as we can. Let’s have this between us… Oh, God, that feels good.”

And so we went at it. She made a little noise even though I was silent like she asked, and very quickly she opened her mouth and showed her fine white teeth, then made a squeak like a mouse that had just gone to Cheese Heaven, leaned over, and touched her forehead to mine. After a moment, she sat up and went at me again, and when I was close, not so close that I knew it would happen, but close enough I knew it wasn’t far off, I pulled and shot on her pubic hair. She made with a little purring sound, spat on her fingers, rubbed the sperm into her dark triangle of hair and over her lower belly.

She licked her fingers.

She looked down at me and smiled.

She said, “I needed that.”

“It didn’t hurt my feelings any either,” I said.

She climbed off of me, patted my balls, and said, “See you later,” as if she were about to drive off to work.

She pulled her ragged dress down and moved to the back of the bus.

I pulled my pants up and lay there both satisfied and confused, felt just a little cheap and used and maybe not all that well respected, and wondered if everyone had been watching.