The Dirtbag Vernacular [Original Novel]

ENTRY 16

While having a drink with Frank on Monday in the Tenderloin he tells me that Molly wants to go back to Arroyo Grande as soon as possible. She needs to get her wisdom teeth pulled and she wants to get some of her recently deceased father’s belongings from her step-mother. Molly is still covered by her father’s dental insurance and has to have the procedure done in Arroyo Grande. She wants to use Kurt’s van to haul the stuff in. Frank asks me to drive her down there the next weekend. I agree without giving it much thought, but as the weekend gets closer I’m tired from moving faux walls around in the biggest gallery at the Art Institute and am not looking forward to going.

“Fuck, I’m tired I don’t think I wanna go down there this weekend. Why don’t you drive ‘er down there?” I suggest to Frank.

“Come on man…just take ‘er down there. It’s only a four hour drive. It’s not like your drivin’ to L.A. or somethin’. And that place is fuckin’ nice.”

I can tell by his pleading that it’s not because of laziness that he wants me to drive her down there. It’s because he needs a break from his girlfriend.

The next day, a Friday, I sit in their apartment getting ready to go. Jim Andrews and Michelle Butler are having a laugh with Frank, all with Budweiser tall boys in hand. I sit up against a wall not looking forward to the drive.

We don’t leave until around nine at night and as we walk out the door Frank jokes, “They’re just gonna go a couple a blocks down and get a room.”

At the wheel of Kurt’s 1984 Chevy utility van, one of those long things with no windows on the side, I head south on Leavenworth till connecting up with a freeway on-ramp south of Market Street.

We cruise along south on the 101 Freeway the huge van rumbling along with the shell thundering loudly. Molly and I raise our voices just a bit over the noise and as the uneventful night ride rolls along we’re unable to make out the landscape in the darkness. An hour or so down the road I begin to feel the effects of my day’s work and the late hour.

“I have to pee!” Molly sort of yells, but the 101 Freeway along this stretch doesn’t have any rest stops so I keep my eye out for a gas station.

“You want me to stop somewhere along the road and you squat behind a bush?”

My eyes begin to close on their own.

“LA! LA! LA! LA…! FUCK!” I yell then slap myself hard in the face. “I need some coffee and you need a place to pee.”

We continue like this for at least an hour with no gas station, no diner, or anything of that sort.

We blaze along through the darkness and finally we spot a mileage sign: Soledad 14 Mi.

“So fuckin’ tired, can’t believe it,” I mumble. “I can usually drive for hours and hours.”

“Well you had a long workday Jack. You gotta take that into account… You wanna stop at a motel in this next town?” Molly asks.

“Ah…well,” I respond, “we only got two more hours.”

I can’t help but being titillated at the thought of staying at a motel with her. There is no doubt that we have a bit of what seems like innocent mutual attraction. At the same time I really can’t envision putting the moves on, bedding her down the first chance I get. She is Frank's girlfriend. We talk it out a bit and I agree as I’m sleepy but also a bit intrigued in regards to the situation. Also, she offers to pay for the room with her credit card. We pull into a place called the Roadside Inn and I wait while she checks in.

Molly opens the door of the room, we walk in and I’m pleased to see that there is only one queen-sized bed.

“It would’ve been ten extra for another bed, so I got a room with just the one,” she explains.

I lie down and watch some TV flipping through the cable channels while Molly pees and showers.

She comes out dressed in pajamas, lies down on the bed and focuses her attention on the TV. The overwhelming tiredness from the road is gone now. We relax and watch a Gomer Pyle re-run.

“Fuck…,” I laugh, “he’s totally gay there, what a trip.”

“Sorgeant Korter,” Molly mimics Gomer. “Ah sure would lahk ta see yer wiener.”

We roll around on the bed a bit with a strange childlike giddiness. We move, changing positions bouncing a little. Whenever part of me, my leg, or arm, ends up resting against Molly she doesn’t move. She doesn’t pull away but stays still. The same thing happens whenever her arm touches mine, I don’t move but enjoy having it there. I like her being close, touching me.

We start to wrestle, simple play. I instigate it testing the limits of the physical contact. I pin her arms behind her head and she simply lays there looking into my eyes. I release her and go back to my side of the bed. She hits me gently with a pillow. I respond by pinning her again but this time instead of releasing her I kiss her full, beautiful lips. She kisses me back, it lasts for quite some time. Then she just giggles for a few moments.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this, but I like it,” she giggles some more.

I kiss her again and soon we’re totally going at making out. She’s stops, snickering for a few seconds from time to time. After a good deal of this I run my hand down her belly and past it just inside of her pajama bottoms. In one bold motion I pull her pajama pants and underwear down and completely off. She responds by ripping her top off.

Both completely naked we roll around rubbing up against one another kissing passionately. We fully get into the naked flesh against flesh thing. The idea of thoroughly enjoying each other tantalizes us.

“I don’t know if we should do it,” she takes a break from the passion. “I’ve always liked you,” she adds.

I run my hand down her back and around her nice big round behind.

“I love your ass.”

“Really? I don't think Frank likes it.”

“It’d be great if we did it.”

“Yeah, it’d be fuckin awesome.”

Our lips are locked again and we roll around on the bed some more. Our indecision about having full-on sex ends with us sleeping close together, completely naked. I embrace her from behind with my arms wrapping her tightly. We sleep like this for the entire night.

In the morning we’re still naked. “You took my underpants off so I was all, ‘I might as well take my top off too’,” Molly reviews the previous night’s activities and soon we’re at it again. This time I take it a little farther and bury my face between Molly’s legs. From a crouched position she lies on a couple of pillows arching over backwards. Moaning she raises her hips up and shoves her crotch hard into my face.

I can’t hold back any longer. I put my cock in her drenched pussy and start fucking her. Instantly she’s heaving, moaning, humping me right back grinding her hips perfectly in sync up against mine. She rises her body in passionate hard thrusts bringing the tempo up to fast almost immediately. I’m incredibly turned on by this girl and taken surprise by my feeling for her. I’m caught off guard and completely forget to think about how much I hate the San Francisco 49ers, brussel sprouts, lima beans, or what my family’s pastor might have to say if he walked in on this scene.

The pent up passions of the night before are now converging with Molly’s fervid thrusts and I am about ready to come. I stop for a while, go back to the oral and then I hear the maids going by from room to room. I decide to finish things off after Molly assures me that she came during the intense fucking. I spit in my hand and start to stroke my cock while Molly fondles my balls.

It’s one of those rare times in which I’m so turned on that all the cum seems to burst out of my cock at once in one huge explosion. I cover both Molly and myself with the jism.

We drive down the road heading south a ways towards Arroyo Grande then stop at a diner for breakfast. “You took my underwear off and I was all, ‘I might as well take the rest off,’ ” Molly tells me again as we talk about what we did over breakfast.

A couple hours later we arrive at the ranch place and just as Frank told me the place is indeed fucking rad. There is sort of a barn/garage with a separate area for horses while the other part is for cars. Outside of the barn is a fenced in area, a couple acres, where three horses stand near the side of a fence. There are plenty of trees in the area, not enough to call it a forest, but still not so few as there are in many places in the countryside of California.

Molly immediately heads off to her dentist appointment with her British step mom, Trixie to get her wisdom teeth pulled. I watch cable TV in an area just off the kitchen in the large house. When the two return three hours later Molly’s mouth is full of cotton. She’s out of it from the medication and lies down next to me on the couch leaning against me as I watch a thing on VH-1 about Lynyrd Skynyrd’s plane crash. Molly dozes the remainder of the day and I go out for a short walk around the area.


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