Highway Song: A Smokey's Roadhouse Novel (15 page)

I made a round in the bar while I waited, and we had a good crowd. After all, it was a Friday night, and word had spread we
’
d have live music. The old-timers who
’
d been there for the rehearsal must have spread the word, because we had most of the original Dust Devils, those that were still alive, there with their old ladies. I gave a wide berth to Jake and the boys, which made me miss Rooster, too. I regretted that. I hoped I
’
d have a chance to tell him goodbye. He
’
d been almost as kind to me as Smokey had.

By the time I got back, Rex
’
s food was ready, and I took it out to him. I found him in exactly the same position he
’
d been in before.

“
Have you moved a muscle since I was out here?
”
I asked.

He refused to look at me, and he didn
’
t answer. I stood in front of him with the plate, waving it under his nose to entice him with the smell. He sighed, and took the plate. Since I was supposed to be on break, I sat down beside him and helped myself to a hot, juicy fry.

“
Why don
’
t you tell me what
’
s bothering you?
”
I asked.
“
Smokey sent me on a long break, so I
’
ve got time.
”

“
You wouldn
’
t be interested,
”
he answered.

“
Sure I would. Aren
’
t we friends now? We
’
ve certainly had the benefits.
”

He chuckled at that.
“
I guess. I
’
ve let the guys down. We
’
re not gonna make it to Seattle, and we don
’
t have any money or any prospects of work right now. I don
’
t know what we
’
re gonna do. But you can still come with us when the bus gets here. That offer still stands.
”

“
I
’
m sorry,
”
I said, in a quiet tone.
“
That sucks.
”

“
It does. This was supposed to be our big break. Do you know how it feels to let down the people you
’
re closest to in this life? This is the second time I
’
ve done it, and it feels like shit.
”
He took a big bite of his burger and chewed on it like it was made of sawdust. I should have brought him a beer to go with it.

“
Would it help to talk about it?
”
I truly didn
’
t know. During my rehab program, they
’
d drummed into us that we had to talk about our failures to process them. Did men operate that way? None of the men I
’
d ever been with had anything to say to me that wasn
’
t directions for how they wanted sex.

“
I don
’
t know. Maybe.
”

“
Come on. It
’
s getting chilly out here with the sun down. Let
’
s go to my room.
”

He let me lead him by the hand across the sand to my room, and followed me in. I looked around. I still needed to pack my clothes and the few possessions I carried around with me. When would I do that? Tomorrow morning, I supposed.

“
When
’
s that bus getting here now, do you know?
”

“
Not really. Maybe by noon tomorrow.
”

“
Won
’
t that give you enough time to get to Seattle? How far is it?
”

“
About sixteen hours from here. If it got here by noon and we drove straight through, we could be there in time. We
’
d get there around five or six in the morning, assuming we
’
d stop for meals and refueling. We
’
d have two drivers, so it would be possible. But the competition
’
s over at noon Sunday. If we get there any later than nine or so, it
’
s no dice. And the other problem is money to get there. I
’
m not sure we have enough.
”

I
’
ll never know what possessed me to do it. His dejection. My gratitude they were taking me out of a dangerous situation. Something.
“
I
’
ve got some money.
”

Rex

I
could have kissed her. I knew it couldn
’
t be much money. Look at where she lived, for Pete
’
s sake. It made me ashamed to have dumped my troubles on her.

“
I couldn
’
t ask you to do that.
”

“
You didn
’
t. I offered,
”
she said.
“
Look, let
’
s not worry about that right now. I
’
m supposed to be taking a nap, and if I
’
m tired, you must be too. Lie down with me.
”

I didn
’
t remember the last time I got in bed with a woman when it wasn
’
t all about sex. It was too sweet to argue about it. Without any self-consciousness I could detect, she took off the leather top she wore and the short pants. Bare-breasted, with nothing on but a flimsy thong, she leaned over to take off her calf-high boots. Suddenly, I wasn
’
t tired anymore.

I didn
’
t say anything, just sat down beside her to take off my own boots, and then stood again to slip off my jeans. I was pulling my shirt over my head when I felt her hand on the part of me that had sprung to life at the sight of her tits.

“
I know what will make you feel better,
”
she said.
“
And I owe you one.
”

With a deft twist of her body, Amy was on her knees beside the bed. She shuffled between my legs, and gave me a push in the chest meant to lay me down. Her hands were at the waistband of my briefs, pulling, and I lifted my hips to help. As soon as she
’
d lifted the front to let my dick escape, it stood at attention like the good soldier it was. I grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under my head so I could watch what she was doing.

She finished pulling my briefs off and then looked me straight in the eye with a smile. Her tongue peeked out from between her lips, making my dick twitch in anticipation. One gentle hand cupped my balls, which tightened in response, and then her tongue was at the root, sweeping upward while flattening for the broadest stroke she could manage. Electric shock went directly to my spine, and my hips lifted from the bed without volition.

When I caught my breath again, I looked down to find her eyes waiting for mine. The corners crinkled in a smile, and she lifted up on her knees. I had no time to brace myself before she engulfed me completely in her hot mouth, sliding downward, downward, until the tip had to have been halfway down her throat. She swallowed and the top of my head blew off. Something that sounded like
‘
guh
’
escaped my throat. With her lips around the base of my dick, she
giggled
. God, if she
’
d do that again, I
’
d marry her.

There was no such thing as a bad blowjob, unless the bitch bit you. But this was so far beyond the ordinary that the phrase
‘
thought I
’
d died and gone to heaven
’
would forever be reserved for what my dick was experiencing right now. Most girls gagged on my length before they were halfway down the shaft. Amy didn
’
t even have a fist around me to control the depth. I could feel her tongue pressing against the underside in an undulating wave that was going to make me blow my wad within seconds if she didn
’
t change something.

Just before I lost control, she moved her tongue away somehow and closed her lips more firmly, then pulled away in a long, slow stroke that almost made me cry. The thought of her leaving me in that state panicked me. But then, just as her lips reached the head, she swirled her tongue around the corona and
slurped
. And plunged downward again until I reached Nirvana.

Nothing existed but her lips, tongue, and throat, and my rock-hard dick. I tried to watch. I really did. But the incredible sensations she was giving me overwhelmed me, and I dropped my head back with my eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. To say this was good head would be like saying Jimi Hendrix was an okay guitarist. This was a virtuoso performance equal to none. As my climax built, I gave only one passing thought to what would happen at the end, and none at all to the idea that I should stop her before then so she could get off, too.

As I began to pant, she increased the speed of her ups and downs, but when I tensed, she slowed down and loosened her lip-lock. Each time I neared my peak, she backed off until I relaxed, and then resumed her relentless sucking. At some point, my mind lost its grip on the present, and I floated on a cloud of pleasure, as if I had no body but my dick, now become an instrument of torture. A rhythmic
‘
ah, ah, ah
’
emanated from my chest. And then, when I no longer expected her to let me finish, she intensified everything until the kernel of consciousness I
’
d held onto exploded like a supernova.

I pumped into her mouth wildly, and she took every inch, every drop, as I pulsed over and over. It was the longest, most intense climax I
’
d ever experienced, and by the time it was finally over, to the last twitch and aftershock, I knew I couldn
’
t ever, ever let her go. I would never enjoy sex, especially head, with another woman unless she could do what Amy had just done to perfection. I
’
d had what other women claimed was deep throat before. It didn
’
t even compare to this.

Drained of energy and bodily fluids, I must have gone to sleep within seconds. I woke sometime later with Amy curled into my chest like a kitten. Weakly, I lifted my arms to fold her in a close embrace, and she shifted, her tits rubbing against my chest. A surge of emotion blasted me. Somehow in the last twenty-four hours, she
’
d become more important to me than any woman ever before, except my mother, of course. I tightened my arms. I couldn
’
t let her get away. I
’
d promised to drop her off, but now I couldn
’
t. She had to stay with me.

Cynically, my inner voice said it was the sex. But it wasn
’
t, or not only the sex. She
’
d used sex to get me to agree to take her with us, but I didn
’
t hold that against her. What she
’
d done for me this evening was completely unselfish and without ulterior motive. I
’
d already agreed to take her. And then she
’
d offered us her money and blown my mind with an incredible, professional level blowjob.

Wait
…

I shifted, which woke her up. Before I asked the question I had to ask, I wanted to give her the same comfort she
’
d given me. I started as I usually did, by stroking her back, side, and ass, until she let me know she was awake with a soft,
‘
mmmm
’
.