The Cavalier surged as Dean careened across two lanes to find an opening. It was like Jack and I were on a wild animal bearing us who-knew-where.
“Have you seen Dean when he’s mad?” I asked.
“Dean? Mad?” His eyes asked, You mean I haven’t yet?
“You want to make sure he’s your friend,” I said. “And don’t be disgusted with me.”
He looked surprised. “No, Lorelei. I love you. —Sorry. That came out wrong. I meant, whatever happens, I will help you through it.” He glanced at the back of Dean’s head. “You make a great whore, Marylou.”
“Fuck yeah,” Dean said. “We’re almost at Indianapolis. Finish before we get there.”
“Hang on,” I whispered to Jack.
I ripped open his fly and helped him push his pants down his thighs. My breasts popped out of my dress and regardless how weird our situation was, Jack immediately latched on with his hands.
Because I wasn’t wearing panties, I was able to sink onto Jack’s shaft without any further delay. The look on his face was startled amazement, as if he couldn’t believe anything his body was reporting—not his eyes, not his cock, not the palms of his hands. I sort of felt the same. We’d gone from zero to penetration in ten seconds.
“I’m fucking you for $20,” I said. I don’t know why I said that, but it made me even wetter.
“She would do it for $10,” Dean called back, “but I was feeling generous.”
I slid up Jack’s pole, and back down. The world seemed to spin with sensation.
Part of it was Dean, shifting lanes again, driving dangerously in traffic.
“Kiss me,” Jack said. “Kiss me now.”
I wrapped my arms around his head, bringing my lips to his. I hadn’t noticed the scruff on his cheeks. It brushed mine and I shivered down to my hips—which took over by shivering on his cock. His mouth was hot against mine, like he had a furnace inside.
“A kissing whore,” Dean laughed. “The best kind of whore: total girlfriend experience. Worth every nickel. A+++. Would recommend to friends.”
“I’m terrible,” I muttered.
A girl doesn’t mind being terrible sometimes.
Jack and I spent the next twenty minutes to Indianapolis surging against each other. I moved up and down, and Jack steered me with his hands on my hips. It was straight highway sex, me in the open with my dress bunched around my waist, biting my lips, glancing at the other cars around us.
’88 Chevy Cavaliers are all window. We were fucking in a bubble, surrounded by leering truck drivers, dubious women, and excitable young men. Cars full of pointed fingers, laughter, and hastily-aimed cameras. I was a public highway whore, and I had a dick between my legs that was lighting me up like a Roman Candle.
Jack came as we passed the “Welcome to Indianapolis” sign. It turned out he was strong, another surprise for me. He bucked in the seat, holding me against him as he penetrated deeper than I’d ever had a man inside me. I was a sponge, juicy and stretched out, no match for his galvanic strength. I came with a scream and collapsed backward, my breasts heaving at the ceiling as I caught my breath. I didn’t care who saw me.
Dean laughed. “Save some of that energy, Marylou. You’re going to need it.”
“What do you mean?”
“Remember that roll of money I showed you? The Benjamins? I lost it.”
“You did not,” I said.
“I left it at the last gas station,” he said. “And don’t call me a liar.”
I sat up quickly. “I’m sorry, Dean. I didn’t mean to call you that.”
“We’re in Indianapolis, a hundred miles to Dayton. The gas tank is empty. What are we going to do, Marylou?”
I knew what we were going to do.
Dean must have read it in my eyes, because he nodded with a smile. “Don’t worry. It’s going to be awesome.”
“I don’t understand,” Jack said.
Jack was still inside me. His cock wasn’t quite going limp. Even as some blood left it, other blood was rushing in—I imagined a traffic jam in his pants, something like the Indianapolis traffic that had now slowed us to a crawl. Oops! I pulled my dress up and covered myself again.
I kissed Jack’s forehead. It was no use delaying any longer. “We need money for gas.”
“So?”
“So, Jack, I have a money-maker between my legs.”
“Oh.”
Come on, Jack. I watched him closely. What he said next would dictate where our budding romance would lead. Would Jack and Lorelei have a second date? Would they fuck again? It depended on him.
He screwed a smile onto his face. “I don’t like it, Lorelei, but it’s our only hope. Just remember, you’re new to this, so you shouldn’t charge too much.”