The Station Wagon
The Station Wagon
Betty narrowed her eyes slightly at being included in the decision-making process, a hint of stubborn pride flashing across her face. It was quickly replaced by a demure smile.
-What did you have in mind, Flower?
Betty bit her lower lip, glancing between Zed and his supervisor. Part of her yearned to assert her claim, to whisk him away.
Yet, the part of her that delighted in intrigue, the part that desired to uncover the depths of Zed's affections, urged her to play along.
-Come on, Flower said, nodding to the door. I know a place.
Betty hesitated briefly, but straightened her spine and offered Zed a reassuring smile.
-Lead the way then, Flower, Betty said. Let's hope this mysterious locale of yours proves as intriguing as you claim.
Zed finished leaving his information with the clerk to have their antiques delivered. They headed outside to Flower's car, an old station wagon parked on the street, the back covered with bumper stickers. The oldest was from the 1968 election.
Betty glanced into the vintage vehicle with keen interest. Beads and dream weavers hung from the roof.
-Quaint transportation, Flower, Betty said, a small smile playing at her glossy lips. Reminds me of the sorts of cars they'd drive in those classic stoner road trip movies. Doesn't it, Zed?
-Absolutely, Flower is a total throwback, Zed agreed.
He opened the back door for Betty.
-Don't be silly, Flower said. She stopped Zed and pushed the back door closed again. Have her hop up on your lap in the front with us, stud.
Betty blushed at the suggestion. She darted a coy glance at Zed before accepting his offered hand. She allowed him to assist her into the front passenger seat before shifting sideways. Hiking up her skirt slightly, she settled herself comfortably in Zed's lap and casually looped an arm behind his neck.
Flower put the car in drive and pulled off.
Almost immediately, Zed felt a hardness coming on beneath Betty.
Betty squirmed subtly in his lap as she felt his growing arousal. She bit back a soft moan. Leaning in close, she whispered hotly into his ear, her warm breath tickling his skin.
-My my, seems like someone's happy to be here, Betty teased. Do try to behave yourself, lover.
-I'm sorry babe, Zed whispered back. I can't help it.
He shifted beneath her to readjust himself.
Betty shivered pleasantly. The whispered apology sent tingles racing across her sensitive flesh. She grinned impishly and rocked her hips downwards, ever so slightly, to grind against the rigid bulge straining against his pants.
-Mmm, I rather prefer you like this, she murmured. All worked up and eager.
Flower chuckled at Betty from the driver's seat. She reached into the center console and pulled out a packed bowl and a lighter, offering it over to them.
Betty accepted it. She inhaled deeply, holding the acrid smoke in her lungs for a long moment before exhaling languidly. She passed it to Zed without breaking eye contact, her pupils already beginning to dilate.
-My, my, aren't we just full of surprises today, Flower? Betty asked.
-Could anything be less of a surprise? Zed asked with a chuckle.
-This brings back memories of certain late-night adventures from my misspent youth, Betty went on. Tell me, is this a regular pastime for you and Zed?
Zed almost laughed as he took a hit from the bowl.
-Misspent youth? Zed asked. You're still in your youth babe.
Betty giggled softly. She shook her head and snuggled back against his broad chest.
-Youth is relative, love, she responded airily.
Zed brought the pipe to Betty's lips for her and lit the bowl again.
Betty took a long drag. As she exhaled in a slow stream, she tipped her head back to rest on Zed's shoulder. She regarded him with hazy, half-lidded eyes, darkened by the smoke and her rekindling desire.
-Relative to what, I wonder? Betty mused aloud.
-Relative to your heart, young one, Flower said thoughtfully, as Zed passed the pipe back to her.
Betty laughed softly. She nestled further into Zed's embrace.
-My heart, huh? Betty asked. I suppose that makes a certain poetic sort of sense, doesn't it? Time certainly flies when you're falling in love.
Flower navigated the station wagon until they arrived at a park featuring a large, sprawling field. She parked the car.
Flower took a blanket out from the trunk. She pointed toward a line of trees at the far edge of the field.
-Let's go, Flower said.