I had time to think that it was early for lights-mine were still off-as the sun was just setting somewhere deep in the desert. I had time to feel Susie’s blissfully unaware sigh as she licked the last bit of my cum from the tip of my cock. I think I even had time to hear the last bit of the song on the radio:
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levy
But the levy was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing this’ll be the day that I die…
At least, I think I heard it, maybe I just remembered it that way, the DJ saying,
“Number three on the charts this week, that was…”
I realized the car was in our lane, no mirage coming over the hill in the fading heat-haze of a blood-red sun, but a hulking, flying mass of metal that would knock us fully into darkness.
So I closed my eyes. There was nothing else to do but close my eyes and wait for it, and when my breath turned to glass in my throat, when the impact didn’t come, when the Malibu continued on its way under my power down the ever-darkening ribbon of highway, I opened them again in a panic.
Seeing the truth made me want to retch. Seeing only half of Susie’s head resting in my lap, the blood soaked end of her pony-tail slick in my hand. Seeing the front end of the Malibu-brand spanking new and cherry red in 1972-crumpled like an accordion in front of me, its body rusted, the paint faded almost to pink. There were no lights, there was no road, no smell of chicken, no radio playing. Some time during its lingering stay on the side of the road in the middle of the desert for the past thirty-some years, the Malibu had become a convertible, it’s roof completely gone, leaving us completely exposed to the elements.
Not that it mattered. We were the elements now.
“Susie.” I blinked, whispered her name, and she sat up, still licking her lips. There was no more blood, no more nightmare gore. She was just Susie again, her eyes bright in the orange glow of sunset. There was no car coming toward us, and the Malibu seemed to know its own way down the desert highway.
“Susie, did you…?” I wanted to ask her if she had seen, if she knew what I had, in that awful, liminal moment between worlds, realized. When she pressed her fingers to my lips, and then kissed me-god, I could taste my cum on her mouth, how could that be? — I understood that she knew, too, had known all along.
She snuggled up next to me and turned up the radio. It was that song again, that same song, singing this will be the day that I die…
“Just keep driving,” she murmured, and I did, steering us ever toward our destiny, on a darkening road to nowhere.
SACRED PROSTITUTE: TEACHER
She knew exactly the effect she had on men.
Holly’s power didn’t come from a lipstick tube or a lingerie store-it amused and saddened her by turns when she realized most women thought so. It went much deeper than that.
“How old are you, Brian?”
He was incredibly young. Doe-eyes-big, brown and beautiful-blinked at her as if she were the brightest thing in the room. Looking around the dimly lit bar, older patrons intent on their drinks, the glow from the television just a ghostly shadow in the corner-she thought, perhaps, she was.
“Old enough to be here.” Brian shifted in his chair, and she noticed, the way she noticed everything, how his eyes moved over the cream-colored silk of her blouse, down to respectable-but-intentionally-revealing V of her cleavage.
Holly smiled, reached across the table, and took his hand. “Now, why don’t I believe you?”
His palm was wet—actually wet-and his fingers trembled, but the brave face he put on made her want to weep with compassion and even a little delight.
“My friend, he told me you could teach me.”
She sipped her drink through a tiny straw, not answering, her eyes focused on him until his gaze dropped to the table. Holly was very careful, even fastidious. Her referrals came only through sources she trusted.
“This is the address.” Her business card was like the cream-colored silk of her blouse, soft and clean and bright, and she slid it across the table toward him.
“Tomorrow, seven p.m.”
“How do I—”
She stood, shrugging on her long, black wool coat, pulling a thick length of curly, honey-colored hair from beneath the collar. “You’ll receive a text message tonight with further instructions.”
“I feel like double-oh-seven.” His grin was both nervous and goofy, but there was a cockiness in it that allowed her to glimpse the man he would become, and it thrilled her.
“Maybe not today.” Holly smiled as she pulled on her gloves. “But after tomorrow night?” She leaned over and brushed her lips against his ear, feeling him shiver as she whispered, “Your life will never be the same.”
There was no arrogance in her words and she left him there with them, his eyes glazed with anticipation.
And yet, she knew…he had no idea.
“Breathe.”
Her whispered words seemed to force the air from his lungs in a long, trembling exhale. They were both completely nude-she started virgins that way, with no pretenses or defense-and although his cock was like a steel rod nestled against the crevice of her behind as she straddled him, she ignored it completely, focusing her eyes
on his, both of her hands resting in the middle of his chest. She was balancing herself, but doing much more than that.
“Do you want to touch me?” She knew the answer, but waited.
“God, yes.” His hand, held rigidly at his side, started to move, but stopped when she gave a slight shake of her head.
“How does it make you feel, that wanting?” She brought her face down closer to his, her eyes searching, her hair falling across his chest and shoulders. He gave a small gasp, just a short intake of breath, his eyes half-closing in anticipation.
“Crazy,” he murmured, swallowing, licking his lips. “Like…like I would do anything. Anything for you. To you. I feel…I fell like a wild man. I want to…”
“Go on,” she encouraged, rocking her hips back slightly, feeling his cock jerk.
“Don’t censor it. Tell me.”
“I want to… oh god.” He gasped again when one of her hands snuck behind her back, pressing his cock, which had made a wet precum trail along the groove of her ass. “Oh my god, that’s good. I want to fuck you, Holly, I want to be inside you.”
“Mmm.” She rubbed him a little faster, her expert thumb caressing the sensitive frenulum. “Good. More.”
“I have to.” His hips pressed her upward, and she delighted in his strength, how in-check it was in the moment, its potential for unleashing. “Oh please, I want you, I want to fuck you, take you…” He let out a low growl when she wrapped her hand completely around his cock. “I could devour you.”
“Yes!” She squeezed, released. Again. Again. “Tell me. Tell me, Brian.”
“Ahhhhh god I want to crawl inside you!” His hands went to her hips and she didn’t stop him, rocking back against his cock, still tight in her fist, her pussy spreading wetness over his lower belly. “I could tear you apart just to get inside you, ahhh god I want you, every fucking inch of you.”
“Look at me-into my eyes.” Her words were breathless-it excited her to see him, to hear him, like this. His eyes were open, barely, but he focused on her face. “Do you feel it between us?”
He nodded, gulped.
“This is everything, right here, you and me.” She knelt above him, now, still straddling, one hand pressed against his chest, the other encircling his cock. “This is what moves the world. This is life. This is love.”