She liked speed, the movement of body through space. The faster, the better. The wilder, the wetter. Put her in a convertible and she was a rocket. On a bike, she screamed. But, it wasn’t ‘til she met Billy that she really appreciated speed; the really slow kind, the roll across the open space kind, the no-care-even-with-your-eyes-closed kind.
They’d gone to the desert, the salt flats, the playa, the dried-out lake bed, to search for lizards and dust devils. The windows were open, the air was hot and dry. She sprawled out naked on the passenger side, bottle of whiskey in hand. He chased the wisps of dust around while burying his left hand in the crease between her legs.
He stopped the car and got out. She didn’t know what he was doing, but she got out, too. “Go ahead, run,” he said. He had the camera on “video.” She ran across the desert, giggling, arms outstretched and flapping in the warm wind. She ran, then twirled, laughing. She was a sprite, a fairy, an angel. He could do nothing but smile behind the camera lens, knowing that the spirit he was capturing was timeless. Her exuberance and joy flew into the depth of his soul. Even without the wonders of technology, he would remember this moment forever.
“Let’s go,” he said. “I think I see a dust devil!”
He climbed into the driver’s seat and she plopped in beside him, huffing from the frolic. He started the truck and pointed it to the north, toward the far side of the vacant horizon. He put the transmission on cruise control and ordered her to the top of the truck, through the sunroof. She climbed up and out and rode on top, the air flowing through her mud-caked desert hair. Her nipples stood in the sun like antennae, soaking in the radiation like lightning rods. He stood in the driver’s seat as the truck rolled across the playa without a driver, and dove between her legs. She leaned back, feeling the rush of wind across her body and the flicking of his tongue on her clit.
The speed was perfect. Her body, moving through space, came in waves on the top of the truck. She closed her eyes, unafraid of the unknown, and let it rip.