Luke was still passed out dead to the world in the passenger seat. He smacked his lips and mumbled a few times, making me glance over at him. When I looked at him I still saw the handsome boy I grew up with. The boy I had willingly given myself to. The boy I thought I loved. The boy who still haunts my dreams.
I noticed he slept with a hand covering the wound on his left side. Every now and then he’d wince and jerk in the seat. He tried to make light of it, but I knew his wound was serious. The bull that had gored him, a sixteen-hundred-pound monster named El Diablo, had killed another rider the year before. Luke was lucky to be alive. And even though I was still pissed at him, I felt lucky to at least have him back in my life for however long I could convince him to stay.
The hypnotic drone of the tires on pavement and Luke’s soft snoring were making me sleepy. I turned on the radio just loud enough to hear it. I searched through the dial until I heard an old familiar song: Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton. It was playing the last night I was with Luke. It had always reminded me of him. And it always would.
I was just eighteen the last time I saw Luke, but I thought I was ready to take on the world. I had spent my entire life on a dusty Texas cattle ranch and now it was time to spread my wings and fly out into the great big world to see what my future might bring.
Luke was feeling the same, although our paths would take us in completely different directions.
He was just twenty and so full of life people would have paid to be around him. All the boys wanted to be him and all the girls wanted to fuck him. He was always happy and smiling and carrying on some kind of mess, but he was never happier than when he was hanging onto the back of a mad bull or a bucking bronco.
I loved watching him back then, the way the muscles in his right arm flexed as he held on to the latigo, hoping to hang on for eight seconds, the minimum time required to earn points.
He’d dig in the heels of his dirty boots into the side of the bull and let his left arm flail in the air as his whole body came up off the bull’s back and slammed back down. He always lost his hat right out of the gate. His long blond hair whipped as the bull’s hooves beat into the ground and it bucked its curved back, doing its best to throw him off.
All Luke could talk about was getting on the circuit so he could travel from town to town riding bulls and collecting trophies and silver belt buckles. His ambition only went as far as the next town and the next bull. That was one thing we argued about sometimes. I was hell bent on making something of myself and Luke has hell-bent on being the next Ty Murray.
Even though we knew we’d be apart for some time, I thought we had an understanding that one day we’d meet back in Calloway and start a life together. I reckon it’s like my daddy always said: you can plan out your life, but eventually life will get in the way of your plans.
The last time we made love was in the early fall when the air in Texas gets just slightly less humid and the days don’t last as long. I had already enrolled in Texas A&M and was set to leave at the end of the week for College Station. Luke had entered a rodeo in Brownsville and was set to leave first thing in the morning. This was not supposed to be our last night together. It was just supposed to be our last night together for a while.
Luke had an old pickup truck that was held together by rust and duct tape. We used to sneak off it in and drive out to Myers Lake and park on the river back and make love in the bench seat. Or it the back. Or in it lake. Or on the hood. Heck, we were like horny little rabbits back then. We’d do it anywhere, anytime, any way we could.
Luke pulled up to the end of the lake and put the truck in park. He set the parking brake because the old truck had a tendency to roll. He shut off the clunky engine, but left the radio on. Wonderful Tonight came on and Luke started singing to me. The boy had lots of talents, but singing wasn’t one of them. I told him to quit singing and kiss me.
It was after nine o’clock, but the full moon shining on the lake gave the cab of the truck a warm, bluish glow. We had the windows down. A cool breeze was wafting in. It made my nipples stand on end as Luke pulled my t-shirt over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra. I never wore a bra when I was with Luke. It only slowed him down.
I shimmied out of my cutoff jeans and panties while he stripped off his clothes. I leaned back against the door and brought my legs up in the seat. Luke moved in on me with a grin on his face. He pressed his moist lips to mine as his hands kneaded my tits. He rolled my nipples between his fingers. I moaned and sucked on his tongue. I could feel my hot juices pooling in my young cunt, sluicing down my taint and asshole, filling the truck with the scent of my sex.
I reached for Luke’s cock, finding it hard and ready, like always. The boy was hung like a horse and it took two hands to hold it all. I slowly worked my hands back and forth, sliding the skin over the hard muscle. I cupped his balls. They were tight and warm. I gently rolled the sack between my fingers as my other hand milked his long cock.
“I want your cock inside me,” I sighed in his ear. My tongue slid inside his ear. He giggled and pulled back so he could look at me. His left hand remained on my breast as his right hand slid down my stomach toward my pussy. I didn’t trim my pubes back then, so I had a pretty good crop of strawberry-blond curls. Luke playfully scratched at the hair for a moment, then slid his long finger over my clit and into my pussy, finding me soaking and hot for him.
I closed my eyes and put replaced his hands on my tits with my own. I squeezed my milky globes until it hurt. My nipples were long and thick. I took them between my thumbs and forefingers and gave them a squeeze.
Luke pushed himself up and took his cock in his right hand and stroked it as he watched me play with my tits. Our eyes met and he smiled. I was too young to know what love was back then, but I was sure he loved me just by the way he looked at me.
“You want some of this?” Luke asked, squeezing his cock to make the head mushroom. A little drop of juice came out of the slit. I wiped it off with the tip of my finger, then put the finger in my mouth.
“Yes,” I moaned, pushing my hips off the seat. “I want your big cock inside me. Now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Luke said with a grin. He gripped my hips and pulled me toward him. He pressed the bulbous head of his cock to my hole and slid it around for a moment, lubing it up. I was young and tight and he we big and girthy. We had to be careful because his cock could have literally ripped me in two.
The breath caught in my throat when he slid in the head. I felt my pussy opening for him, spreading, waiting to take him inside. I put my hands on his arms and held my breath as he slid in another inch, and then another. When he got half way in, he hit my cervix. It always made him smile when that happened. He began to slowly draw his cock out, then slide it slowly back in.
My body caught fire as my pussy stretched and squeezed his massive cock. He closed his eyes and moaned. “Goddamn girl, that has to be the tightest pussy in Texas.”
“You complaining?” I asked, giving him a sly smile.
“No, ma’am,” he said, the words coming on gusts of breath. “I’m just happy to be invited to the party.”
“Then shut up and fuck me, cowboy,” I said, hands squeezing my tits again.
Luke started hammering it to me, pushing me against the door with each thrust. I swear, that old truck felt like it was rocking back and forth. He thrust into me as far as he could do, then quickly pulled back and thrust in again. I could feel his cock filling up my entire body. I could feel him in my chest and in my head. I imagined that I taste his cum in the back of my throat.
“Fuck… Luke… fuck… yes… oh shit… yes…”
“I’m cummin’,” he moaned, his body tensing up. I opened my eyes to watch him. Every muscle along his shoulders and neck were thick and pumped, with veins pulsing the blood toward his cock. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He was cumming, long and hard, filling me with hot seed. I could feel it pumping into me, hot, thick, wonderful.
I curled my toes and came with him. The orgasm hit with a shudder that made my whole body jump. My pussy ignited, sending shockwaves to every nerve. I squirted my juices all over his cock, all the way back to his dark pubes and balls.
He thrust into me a few more times, then blew out a long sigh that seemed to deflate his entire body. With his fingers still dug into my hips and his cock still inside me, Luke gave me a sad smile and shook his head.
“I’m gonna miss you, Lil Sis,” he said.
I smiled back at him with tears in my eyes. “I’m gonna miss you, too.”
The next morning I stood in the front yard with Cody and Daddy, watching Luke drive away in his old truck. I waved along with them with tears in my eyes.
I had no idea at that moment that it would be six years before I saw Luke again. If I had known, maybe I would not have let him drive away on his own.
Shelby
“Hey, Shelby, did you hear me?”
I thought I was still lost in my memories when I heard Luke call my name. I shook my head to clear it, then glanced over at him. “I’m sorry. What?”
“I asked where we were?” he said, sliding up in the seat. He held on to his side and winced as he looked out the windows. “Damn, it’s dark already.”