Wild Ride
“You don’t mind, do you?”
Mind? Well I guess it was unusual, and possibly rude, Judy getting in the back seat as if I were running a chauffeur service. But I could humor her: after all, she was my best friend and I was more than happy to drive her to the airport to pick up Tom from the red-eye and take them both to work. It wasn’t any big deal to indulge them for a few moments.
They’d been apart for a week. I involuntarily glanced at the rear-view mirror: sure enough, they were locked in embrace while I was doing the driving. “Hey, don’t make me watch this,” I said, in mock disgust. Judy merely laughed and they were at it again. I just sighed and drove.
“You did miss me,” I finally heard her say, quietly. A glance at the rear- view mirror revealed that they’d ducked below window level and I began to have second thoughts about this arrangement. “Oh, god, yes, right now, you bastard!” she burst out, suddenly! That was followed by the sound of her breathing.
“Yes! Now!” she said, and something flew over the passenger seat! I glanced down to see her blouse!
“Hey!” I said, but got no response at all. Then her bra came over, then her shoes and pants and underpants! By this time I was doubting my senses, driving on like a zombie.
“No, not like that! You know how you like it!” came Judy’s voice. Then I heard the hissing of her breathing through her teeth, then “Yes! Do it to me nasty! Give it to me!”
I couldn’t help myself: I stretched enough to look, just a glance. I didn’t see more than her stretched-out, writhing, naked body, faced down. Her breathing was faster and faster, still hissing between her teeth. I heard Tom grunt and Judy follow suit. I caught myself holding my breath and told myself to breath normally.
Then they were quiet. “You fucking bastard,” came Judy’s voice. Then she laughed, obviously enjoying herself.
“You like that and you know it,” said Tom.
“No! Don’t take it out yet,” she said, suddenly. Once again I felt like speaking up. But I didn’t: I guess I felt they couldn’t instantly get back in shape what with Judy naked and her clothes next to me on the seat: all I’d accomplish is to create a lengthy embarrassing moment. Then she said: “You do like that best.”
“You’re the one who wanted it and you know it,” said Tom.
“Bastard,” she replied and once again laughed.
By that time, we’d reached Tom’s work and I was pulling into the parking lot. “You two sure you can extricate yourselves and go to work?” I asked.
Judy just laughed some more and said, obviously to Tom: “Better zip up: I don’t want those hussies after you.”
Thinking about Judy’s state, I pulled into the far end of the lot so Tom’s opening the door wouldn’t be giving any of his coworkers an unexpected show. I got out and got the trunk open so he could take his suitcase. “Thanks a lot, Claire,” he said, giving me the eye briefly, as he strolled toward the factory. I just stared after him.
While I was standing there, Judy had managed to get the window open a crack and said: “Hey, I could use some clothes.”
I turned back toward the car. She could have used a nicer tone of voice: that’s what I was thinking at that moment. You’d think it was enough that I put up with their back-seat shenanigans. I think the devil got into me that moment.
I opened the back door of the car again and found myself just standing there, staring at her. Naked. “Isn’t this fascinating?” I finally said.
“Come on: my clothes?”
“All in good time,” I answered.
She just crouched there, naked on the floor, looking up at me. “Look, I’m sorry,” she said.
“Undoubtedly,” I said. I might have grinned at her a little.
Then I saw something different in her face. In another moment, she slipped onto the seat, slouching backward away from me against the far door. “Enjoying the show?” she said, and smiled. “I guess I’m in your hands: what are you going to do with me?”
I found myself stuck. What was I doing? Her smile grew broader and she said: “Cat got your tongue? You liked hearing what we were doing? Want me? Go ahead: fuck me; I know you’re soaked.”
I backed out. Shut the door. Stared at the car for a minute before getting back in the drivers seat. I tossed her clothes back and drove.
After I dropped her off, I didn’t go straight to work myself. I went home and masturbated.
* * *
She showed up at my office that afternoon, at five ’til five. Yes, I’d arrived at work plenty late, but I’d explained that my friend’s plane had been late. She was looking serious.
“Listen, I’m sorry,” she said.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. They were the first words we’d exchanged since I’d shut that car door: the silence while I’d driven her to work had been unbearable. I found that even seven hours later, I still couldn’t look at her.
Quite obviously, she was disturbed by the current state of our feelings and she started talking fast. “You know, I go kinda crazy after Tom and me do it like that. Listen, we gotta talk this out, OK? Please?” I didn’t say anything and she finally went on: “We gotta go out and talk. Just let me stop at Tom’s for ten minutes–five minutes. No, that might get me crazy again: later tonight: I’ll call you. We’ll go out for drinks… or coffee or something…and talk…”
* * *
I met her at Franklin’s at nine. “Let’s not talk about it yet,” she suggested and in a few seconds, a grin on her face, started making silly comments about a guy at the end of the bar. Soon we were amusing ourselves at the expense of the rest of the bar’s patrons, which we’re often guilty of. It was a pastime we both knew would at least get us talking in a civil manner.
But I knew we were going to have to talk about the morning. I glanced at Judy. It came back to me, the moment I’d stood there looking at her. The things she’d said to me. And the way she and Tom had been before that.
She was grinning about something or someone and I found myself observing her as she made another comment. I knew we were avoiding the one issue that we’d inevitably have to talk about. Fuck Me, she’d said.
I continued to watched her as she watched a couple at the bar. She threw me a smiling glance, wanting me to look at them. Then I felt my calf slide over hers.
She froze. She hadn’t turned away but I could tell she wasn’t seeing the couple any more. My heart was about to burst and I tried to casually withdraw my leg. She turned toward me very slowly and looked me in the eye. “OK,” she said, quietly.
I stared at her.
“OK,” she repeated, “But I won’t cheat on Tom. You have to come over and let him take you too. The way he likes it… ” She grinned. “You’re soaked, aren’t you?”
My face was red. She was so right. I knew I’d never blushed so much in my life. How could I have touched her leg like that? Is this what I’d been wanting? What was now going to happen? I wondered what it would be like with Tom: doing the thing he likes. I was certain he was going to want me naked.
author: Cyan Stories