“Where are you taking me?”

It's the hour before dawn. Rubber tires whine on wet asphalt.

“Where you said you wanted to go. Roll.” Heavy sigh! Technowhite light from an overhead LED gives her bare flesh an opalescent glow. 

“I’m tired of rolling! My fingers are cramped into old-lady knots!”

“You can stop rolling when you get it right. Ten perfect joints.”

I reach out my right hand and fondle her boob, rolling the hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger. 

“And how am I supposed to roll a perfect joint with you fingering my tit!”

“Don’t make me turn this car around.”

“As if I can make YOU do anything! Pull over and fuck me!”

“You’re topping from the bottom, You know that won’t work.”

“Just proving my point. FUCK!” 

Yet another attempt ends with the paper being ripped and weed dumped into a cake pan resting in her lap.

“Right shirt pocket.”

Her fingers reach inside my shirt pocket and take out a joint.

“Fire it up. You must learn not to fight the joint but to roll with it.”

She isn’t young in years. She is young in spirit and new to marijuana culture.

“I know! BE the joint!” 

The tip of the joint lay against my lips. She holds it for me to take a hit.

“How much further?”

“Second star on the left and straight on ‘til morning.”

“It’s morning already. And I thought it was the second star on the right.”

“The second star on the right is Peter Pan’s secret place. Our secret place lies on the left.”

“You’re gonna get us lost, I know it.”

“No, the Land of the Lost is on the right. You’re still confused.”

“And you’re making up bullshit as we go along!”

We both hit the joint again.

“Of course, I am. We all make up our own lives as we go along.”

“Speaking of Peter, may I take yours out and play with it?”

“May I take yours out and play with it, SIR!”

She’s new to being a sub, as well. Giggling. She takes another hit.

“May I PLEASE take out your cock and play with it, SIR?”

“Put the joint away and roll.”

“So it’s a ‘No’ to playing with your cock?”

“You heard me, sub.”

Heavy sigh! “I’ll let you finger my cunt.”

Stone silence.

“Fuck! You’re no fun!”

She begins rolling joints again.

“When did you know that you were a Dom?”

“Probably around 1956, ‘57.”

“Why then? I mean, you couldn’t have been very old in 1956, ‘57. What happened?”

“I saw the bad guys tie Dale Evans to a chair for the first time.”

“And THAT made you a Dom?”

“Reckon so. It certainly taught me that I liked seeing women tied to chairs.”

“Son of a bitch! I think I’ve got it! Look!”

I take the freshly-rolled joint, carefully examine it with my fingers, and drop it into my shirt pocket.

“One down, nine to go. Congratulations, sub. There’s hope for you yet.”

“Gee, thanks, SIR! Now, please pull the car over and fuck me!”

“As I said, one down, nine to go. Roll.”

“Okay, how about this. If I roll one more perfect joint on the very next try, you will pull the car over and fuck me.”

“And if the next joint you roll is not perfect? What then?”

“Then you will pull the car over, and I will fuck you!”

“That sounds like a win for you.”

“You’re saying it’s a loss for you if I have to fuck you? Choose your next words carefully, Sir!”

“Don’t put words in my mouth, sub.”

“How ‘bout I put my cunt in your mouth? You don’t want to fuck me!”

“Have you forgotten what happened to you the last time you tried to top me from the bottom?”

“No.”

“What happened?”

“Don’t you remember? You were there, too!”

“What happened?”

“You whipped me.”

“Where did I whip you?

“You beat my cunt with a leather belt.”

“Do you still want to try topping from the bottom?”

“I guess not. It certainly isn’t working! Here! I did it again!”

I take the joint and examine it carefully in my fingers.

“Two down, eight to go!”

“I’ve got this!”

“Do it once more, one more perfect joint on the first roll, and I will let you take a break from rolling for a little while.”

“And you pull the truck over and fuck me.”

“I will not pull over. I will, however, give you a reward … PROVIDED … provided you stop asking me to pull over and fuck you.”

Pale amber-colored light begins to show on the horizon off to the right. The rain has stopped falling.

“Did we finish that last joint?”

“No, Sir.”

“Fire that puppy up for me, please.”

“Wait a sec. I’m busy.”

Waiting.

“Okay, how is this one?” 

Giggles.

I accept the offered joint, examine it as before, and drop it into my shirt pocket.

“What can I say, sub, you’re an ace! You’re three for three!”

Delighted girlish squeal of glee.

“THANK YOU! I can stop rolling fucking joints now, right?”

“Yes, you may stop rolling joints for now.”

A Bic lighter strikes followed by a long, slow intake of breath.

“Here you go, Sir!”

She holds the joint to my lips while I take the hit. Her free hand squeezes my dick through my jeans.

“You said something about a reward, Sir? Am I warm?”

“You’re hot. Take it out of my pants.”

She unzips my fly and carefully frees my cock from my jeans.

“Suck it.”

“That’s my reward? I get to suck your cock?”

“If that’s not good enough for you …”

“No, Sir! I’m not saying it isn’t good enough!”

“If you don’t want it, you don’t have to take it.”

She gently closes fingers around the limp shaft and lightly presses her lips to the tip. Her other hand reaches in to cup my balls. Lips part just enough for her tongue to lick slowly over and around the head.

“Can you slide your seat back just a bit? My head keeps bumping the steering wheel?”

I slide the seat back.

“Mmmmm, thank you, Sir!”

My cock has stiffened at her touch. She brings her mouth down on it, her tongue flicking and licking the underside. I resist the urge to press down on the back of her head.

The second left is a mere shadow of what I remembered from decades earlier, little more than a long-abandoned trail. The state-of-the-art suspension system under my truck can’t totally smooth out all the bumps. 

Now I place my hand on the back of her head, smiling to myself as her head bobs up and down with every jolt in the road.

I do not steer intentionally into washouts to bounce her head on my dick. The primitive road is so degraded that it picks the bumps for me. 

"It's all tits and giggles until someone loses an eye!" Mom always said.

A bone-rattling bump thrust my cock head deep, all the way into her throat. She gags. My foot hits the brakes. The truck bounces hard again. She blows chunks over my cock, lap, open jeans, and truck seat!

"Oh my God, Sir! I'm sorry!" she sputters. 

"Not … not your fault … sub," I say through a clenched jaw, trying not to hurl.

I bail from the truck, kicking out of jeans and jockeys. Then I hurl.

She is at my side with a canteen and a towel and goes to work cleaning her mess off of me. She is quick. She is efficient. She is thorough. And when she looks up at me with those doe eyes, she is the most beautiful woman in my world.

“I don’t suppose you would consider fucking me now, would you, Sir?”