‘It was the best ever. If we weren’t in this damn town, I’d make you pull off the road right now and fuck me.’
‘We’ll be outa here in a minute.’
‘Hurry.’ She stood the bottle on his leg. Willy took his hand away from her and lifted the bottle to his mouth. As he drank, Marty squeezed the front of his jeans. His penis was hard. She felt it move under her hand.
The tires bumped over railroad tracks at the end of town.
Pretty soon, Marty thought. Can’t let the town get too far behind.
There were houses on both sides of the road. Then an open gas station, a cafe called Bab’s Burgers, a motel with its big sign flashing Wayside Motor Inn.
‘A motel!’ Marty blurted. ‘Why don’t we go in and get a room?’ She gave him another gentle squeeze. ‘Think how nice it would be. We’d have a bed.’
They had already left the motel behind, but Marty didn’t give up. ‘Come on, Willy. It’d be great. You oughta turn around. We’d have a big old bed. And a shower. We could take a shower together. Have you ever done it in the shower? We’d both be all slippery…’
‘Shit!' Willy blurted. ‘Lookit
It was a girl, probably no older than sixteen, slim and blonde and walking backward along the roadside, her arm out, her hand closed, her thumb pointing behind her. She wore a paisley dress skimpy enough to guarantee rides from men.
Willy’s foot lifted off the gas pedal.
‘Don’t stop,’ Marty whispered.
The girl took a wide stance, her dress drawing taut across her crotch.
‘Shiti’Willy said.
Now the girl was behind them, and Willy’s foot was lowering onto the brake pedal.
‘Don’t stop, honey. You have me.’ Marty capped the bourbon bottle and set it on the floor. ‘You don’t need anyone but me.’
‘Need her.’
The car stopped. Marty looked over her shoulder. The girl, bathed in the eerie redness of the rear lights, was starting to jog forward.
‘Drive,’ Marty said.
She jerked open Willy’s belt, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down. He had no underwear on. His penis was a thick, pale column tilting upward, its tip almost touching the steering wheel.
Marty heard footfalls in the gravel. In the side mirror, she saw the girl hurrying toward them.
Closer and closer…
Only a few strides away…
‘Drive!’ Marty said and dropped down toward Willy’s lap and took him into her mouth and sucked.
Willy stepped on the gas.
‘Hey!’ the girl yelled.
Willy sped away from her.
Marty slid her mouth, licking and sucking.
‘Uhhh, yeah,’ Willy gasped. ‘Yeah. Oh, babe! Suck me off. Do it, do it! C’mon!’
She had saved the girl.
She kept on.
If she finished Willy with her mouth, he might not bother taking her into the woods. He might take her straight to the cabin.
She tried to take her mouth away, but Willy gripped the back of her head and held her down.
Pushed her down, ramming deep.
She gagged and struggled to pull away but Willy only forced her head down harder.
But she was choking. It was blocking her throat. She tried to breathe through her nose, but couldn’t.
Her hand reached up and found the steering wheel.
She grabbed the wheel and tugged.
Willy’s hand leaped away from the back of her head.
Marty, still clutching the wheel, resisting Willy’s efforts to turn it, shoved herself up until her mouth was empty.
She was still choking when the car swerved to the side of the road and skidded to a stop.
29
‘Coulda got us killed,’ Willy said. ‘That’s twice…’
‘I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t mean to grab the wheel.’ She leaned against him, kissed him, and lowered her hand onto his lap. She lightly wrapped her fingers around him. He was as big as before, wet and slick from her mouth. ‘Let’s go in the woods now,’ she whispered.
‘Sure. Why the hell not. Where’s the bottle?’
Marty found it under the seat, and sat up with it. Shaking it, she heard sloshing sounds; some bourbon still remained in it.
Willy finished fastening his jeans. Then he shoved the car keys into his right front pocket. He climbed out, the revolver in his hand, and pushed its barrel down the front of his waistband. ‘Bring the bottle with ya,’ he said.
Marty opened her door. The night air rushed in. It was cooler than before, but felt balmy after the chill of the air-conditioner. She climbed out and shut the door.
Willy came over to her side of the car. ‘Let’s go this way,’ he said. He draped an arm over her shoulders and she led him down a grassy embankment. At the bottom, the ground was springy and wet. Water pressed up between Marty’s toes. But the ground was dry on the slope. She climbed higher. Just beyond the top of the ditch, the trees began.
‘Don’ wanna go far,’ Willy said, pulling back at the edge of the forest.
Marty kissed him on the mouth. ‘We wanta get away from the road, don’t we? Case somebody comes by?’
He answered by squeezing her breast. Then he said, ‘Gimme the bottle, honey.’
She handed it to him, then led him forward. They walked past three trunks, clumps of bushes, more trees, deeper and deeper into the woods, farther from the car. Farther from Dan in the trunk.
Finally, they came to a small, moonlit clearing. ‘How about here?’ Marty asked.
Willy swung her around. She hugged him. One of his hands slipped under the back of her jersey and roamed her bare skin. The other, holding the bottle outside her jersey, pressed her tightly against him.
The revolver dug into her belly.
She lowered a hand, squeezed Willy’s thigh, raised her hand to the hard bulge, squeezed and fondled him there as his mouth pressed her lips roughly and his tongue pushed between her teeth. Sneaking her hand sideways,
