Drive

“It's fun as hell to drive,” he promised, and she climbed, stepped inside the old rusty truck like a cat into a dog pen. She anticipated a bumpy ride, even on the smoothest of streets.The inside of the truck smelled like old dirty leather, and stuffing. And indeed, the stuffing was peeking out through wounds in the seats, and there was a sharp tooth of a spring that looked tempted to bite her in the thigh.1

Carefully, softly, she sat, not wanting to give herself over to injury and pain. It wasn't just fear of the drive that had everything inside of her clenched up into balls and knots of tension. She was just a girl, in so many ways. And though she had the same human cravings that everyone else had, she'd never given herself over to music that wasn't her own.2

He grinned, like a boy getting ready to climb to the tallest limb in the largest neighborhood tree, and started the truck. It rumbled, grumbled, growled underneath her, and she strapped the old, stiff seat belt across her lap and held on, both to the door handle and her breath.3

He threw it into gear, and though it protested, he drove.4

She felt the blood leave her face, and after he shifted into second, she felt his hand on her knee. Her grip loosened, her breathing became more normal, and she felt an almost-smile steal over her mouth as she watched him grin like a Cheshire. 5

Then he hit the first bump in the old dirt road.6

Her heart, albeit she'd been told this wasn't possible, rose to her throat, where she felt it beat against the rope of pearls she wore, and stifle her breathing once more. 7

“It's all right darlin'”, he cooed softly at her, trying to put her at ease, so that she would enjoy the ride as much as he always did.8

He shifted back down to first as they began to climb an impossible hill. Then he brought his hand back to her leg, letting it rest above the safe and chaste territory of her knee. She shivered, but didn't pull away. 9

They climbed. Up the hillside, zig-zagging to avoid the larger obstacles.10

The bumps didn't scare her so badly now. They went slowly, easily, and her fears began to ease.11

Nearing the top of the hill, she felt his hand move. Young as he was, it was roughened by years of manual labor, but it felt like silk spanning the length of her thigh. Her breath caught again, though not with fright.12

Up they drove, until they reached the crest. It looked so sharp, she thought for an instant they they might fall.13

And she realized that she wanted to.14

He hit the break, then the emergency break. They sat, his hand high up on her thigh, pulling an imperceptible cord that was directly connected to things more secret and less visible in her body.15

He gently grabbed the back of her hair, where it met the soft skin of her neck, and pulled her to the sharpness of his face. The engine rumbled, as though in assent. 16

They ate at one another's mouths like starving infants until appetites were built for more carnal adventures.17

His fingers played an entire symphony on her flesh, his breath hot in her ear. Clothes were discarded, or pushed aside, inconveniences in such a tumult of passion.18

With one last look over the looming horizon ahead of them, and with one last approving thrum from the truck, she fell.19