“I mean, behind the wheel sex,” I explained further.

Nicole was right with me. She grinned and said, “You mean to get blown while you drive?”

She made it sound nonchalant. It was nothing to her.

I asked her, “You’ve done that before?”

She looked at me with a pause. “Now, do you really want me to tell you something like that?”

She was right. I would rather find that out for myself. So I shook my head and spoke no more about it.

I paid for our meal, and walked Nicole to the car while holding her hand. Small gestures created an illusion of closeness. All the while, all I could think about was getting blown while driving.

We climbed into the car, and Nicole could not stop herself from grinning. She had something real temptatious on her mind.

“What’s so funny?” I asked her.

She shook it off and didn’t answer.

I got to driving on the expressway with no real destination. That’s when she undid her seat belt and told me to move my car seat back.

I didn’t ask her any more questions, I just did what she told me to do.

She started massaging my crotch with her left hand to make sure I was all there. And I was. Then she unzipped my pants, and searched for my brown monster.

“Looks like somebody’s already excited,” she commented with a laugh.

She pulled me free from my pants and started to thumb me around the tip.

Shit! Just keep your eye on the road, I told myself.

Nicole leaned over to taste my erection. I kept my cool, driving about fifty miles an hour on Interstate 20 while she worked me.

“This is where you have an advantage with short hair. I don’t have to keep pulling my hair out of my face,” she said and laughed again.

I couldn’t even respond to her. I had some serious concentration to do to keep myself from swerving into other cars.

“Let me know if this is too much for you.”

“Naw, I’m all right,” I told her. I wanted her to do less talking and more sucking. But after a while, when it started to feel too intense, I didn’t think it was safe anymore to keep it going while we were out on the road.

“Hey, hey, ah, let, let, let me pull over,” I stumbled to tell her.

“On the highway?”

“Naw, into a parking lot or something.”

I was already moving into the far right exit lane.

She said, “Oh. Because a cop might have pulled up behind us or something if we stopped right in the middle of the highway. That would have been embarrassing.”

I could barely pay attention to her. I just wanted to drive into a parking lot as quickly as possible so she could finish the job without me crashing into something and killing the both of us.

I got off the expressway and pulled into the parking lot of a small shopping center. It was close to eleven o’clock at night by then, so nobody was there.