Читать книгу BORDER JUSTICE - Aubrey Smith - Страница 5

Most of the kids had driven to the Motor Inn for a hamburger and Coke, but Randy said he would like to drive around and get some fresh air before they went to the drive-in. As they drove, he insisted that they try out his new invention again. He handed her the glasses to fill. One more glass won’t hurt anything, she thought and held them under the hose while Randy pumped the washer button.

There were two other cars already parked under the railroad bridge at the river crossing when they pulled up. Randy coasted to a stop next to a brown Buick and cut the lights off. As they sat there in the dark, Sierra could see that Mildred Meyers and Roger McGee were already in the back seat of his father’s Buick. The back door was open and Sierra giggled when she realized that she could see into Roger’s car.

“Randy look,” she said as he handed her another glass of Sangria.

“It’s the last we have,” he said.

Randy moved next to her. His breath was hot in her hair. He kissed her neck as she sipped the wine and watched Mildred and Roger make out in the car next to them.

She felt warm and rolled down the window of the pickup as she finished the last of the wine. I wish we had just one more small glass, she thought as Randy stroked her hair and they French-kissed long and hard. She had never known such temptation. She was a virgin and determined to stay one until her wedding night. Some of the wilder girls at school teased her because of her moral stand on premarital sex. They called her Virgin Mary behind her back. Just a few more kisses and I’ll have to tell him it’s time to go, she told herself.

Her mouth seemed to ache from all the kissing as Randy moved on top of her. She thought she heard a zipper. She knew she should stop him, but now, with the wine, her head was spinning. She felt a little sick.

I’ve got to stop him before this gets out of hand, she thought, but she couldn’t move.

The night and the passion became one. His kisses were wild and violent with mounting excitement.

I’ve got to stop this, Sierra thought. The thrill of adventure and furor of passion was quickly broken.

“Randy, that hurts. Don’t.”

He pushed into her and it was over. He moaned and slumped heavily on her as she pushed as hard as she could to remove herself from under him.

“Damn you Randy.”

She became sick and stumbled out the open door of the pickup. Sangria spewed from her mouth. She heaved in anguish and sobbed. How could I let him do that to me, she thought. I never intended for things to go this far. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

“Randy how could you?”

“Hey Sierra, I didn’t force you to do nothin’. You were so hot, you blew my mind.”

Sierra noticed that Roger and Mildred had already gone.

“Turn on the dome light so I can find my panties.”

“Sugar there ain’t no dome light. Just feel around.”

“I hope you used a condom. Did you?”

“Heck Sierra, I never thought you’d let me, not on the first date. I ain’t got no AIDS. Don’t worry about it. You’re only the second woman I’ve ever been with. The other one, heck that was a over a year ago in Mexico.”

“You mean a whore?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Damn you Randy. Take me home. Now.”

“Okay, okay. Listen, how about let’s you and me go over to Rio City tomorrow night if I can get the truck again? We can get a motel and do it right. Okay?”

“Randy please, just take me home. Stop at the Exxon, and let me clean up before I go home just in case anyone is still up. What time is it?”

“About four-thirty, almost five o’clock maybe,” he answered.

“Oh no! Hurry, my dad’s going to kill me,” Sierra said as she tried her best to straighten her trompe L’oeil designed dress and fix her hair as Randy’s old truck sped toward Magic Valley.

The attendant at the Exxon gave her the once-over as she rushed into the ladies room. When she came out, Randy was laughing and talking to him. The attendant smiled and seemed to stare at her when she opened the door and climbed in beside Randy. “Way to go Brother,” he said to Randy as they pulled out of the driveway.

“You idiot. You told him, didn’t you?”

“Hey Sierra, there ain’t no secrets in little towns. You know that. Now how about tomorrow night? You know, the motel in Rio City?“

“No. Not tomorrow night or any other night. If you’ve given me a disease I swear I’ll kill you. You got me drunk on wine and then you didn’t even practice safe sex.” Sierra’s voice trailed when she saw Randy was smiling from ear to ear. She knew no matter what she said, he didn’t regret what had happened.

“All hell’s fixing to break loose at home when I get there,” she said.