The Goddess in the White BMW

I blinked trying to clear the haze of ecstasy clouding my entire body. The woman quickly stood up, gravel still imbedded in her knees, and scurried back into the back.

I didn’t even get to thank her for my first blowjob.

I opened my eyes wide. White BMW. A gorgeous brunette in front of me. Her brown eyes intentionally staring over my head at the endless stars. She looked different than when she drove by me earlier.

She looked annoyed.

Very annoyed.

Woken up in the middle of the night. Sweat pants, faded MIT hoodie. Hair tied in the messiest of buns. Glasses worn only when she was too lazy to put in contacts.

She said, “You the asshole who woke me up?.”

I smiled.

“Yeah. I’m sorry about that.”

She didn’t look convinced.

“I was asleep.”

“I appreciate you coming. I’ll owe you.”

She sighed.

“Put yourself back in your pants and get in.”

I realized that my dick was still standing strong against the wind. My balls felt full and ready to burst. I stuffed them both back in my pants, holding my erection back with the waistband of my underwear.

Before climbing into the passenger seat, I remembered the bike against the building. “Can you open the trunk? I need to bring the bike back to camp.”

“Fucking kidding me,” the brunette hissed as she popped the trunk.

The interior smelled faintly of coffee and shampoo.

She put the car in gear. Another stick shift.

We rolled back onto the empty road, my bike hanging with one wheel out the trunk.

For a while she didn’t say anything.

Neither did I.

Mostly because I was busy looking at her. She wasn’t dressed up. No makeup that I could tell. No effort whatsoever. And somehow she was the prettiest woman I had ever seen.

“You keep staring at me.” She stated, not taking her eyes off the road, afraid of a deer darting into the door.

I looked away.

“Sorry.”

“You always this weird?”

“No.” I paused. “Actually, maybe.”

The corner of her mouth twitched.

I considered that a victory.

“You work at the camp?” I asked.

“No. Well sort of.”

“What does that mean?”

“My family owns the place. My cousin Lynn and her husband run it. I’m just here for the summer to help them out.”

“Oh.”

I had so many questions. I’m obviously there was more to her story. I wanted to know it all. I wanted to know everything about her. Where she grew up. Her cup size. Favorite position. How her ass tasted.

But I kept that to myself and said, “That means you’re camp royalty.”

She glanced over.

“Camp royalty?”

“Sure.”

“Don’t ever said that again. I don’t want anything to do with Orgee. I’m just here for the summer.”

“Since you picked me up, I’ll do you a favor and I’ll keep your secret.”

She laughed softly. “Drunk idiot.”

I liked hearing her voice. I had to keep her talking. “I knew I recognized your car.”

“You did?”

“I saw you earlier today.”

“When?”

“On the road.” I made a little steering motion with my hands. “You flew by me.”

“You were the shirtless guy on the bicycle.”

“I was.”

She shook her head.

“You looked ridiculous. I don’t think your body had ever seen sun before.”

“I was kept inside a lot.”

“You looked like you’d finally escaped.”

I smiled. “Actually, I kind of did.”

That made her glance over. Did she just pick up an escaped convict?

I wasn’t sure why I’d said it. The alcohol was making my mouth run ahead of my brain.

She waited.

I kept talking. I had to make myself seem less crazy. “Today was the first day I’ve ever really been on my own.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“No parents?”

“Nope.”

“So the first day out on your own, you decide to get drunk, wake up a stranger in the middle of the night, then proceed to get a blowjob outside a bar? You need to pace yourself.”

“Nope,” I say. “No more restrictions. I’m pushing the pedal down. I have a lot of catching up to do.”

“You have plenty of time,” she said, knowing I was too young to take any advice.

The road curved around the lake. Moonlight danced across the water. The trees rushed by in dark shapes.

“You’ve never been drunk before, have you?” she asked.

I looked at her.

“How do you know?”

“Because you’re talking to me like we’ve known each other for years.”

I laughed.

“Am I that obvious?”

“A little.”

I sank lower into my seat.

“This is embarrassing.”

“No,” she said. “It’s kind of sweet. It’s nice to meet someone who isn’t jaded.”

I looked over.

She immediately focused back on the road.

I smiled.

A few seconds later I asked, “How old are you?”

She gave me a look.

“Old enough.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“It’s the only one you’re getting.”

“Are you thirty?”

She laughed.

“No.”

“Twenty-eight?”

“No.”

“Twenty-six?”

“You should stop guessing. I know you’re young and dumb, but you’re mother must have taught you to never ask a woman her age.”

I didn’t want to think about my mother. The only thing she taught me was how to get quiet so daddy didn’t start swinging.

I try to cover for my mistake. “You seem wise.”

“Thank you?”

“And pretty.”

“There it is.”

“What?”

“The flirting. Drunk, horny 18 year old male. Only one thing on your mind.”

“I wasn’t flirting and I have way more thoughts than just the dirty ones!.”

“You absolutely were. And ten minutes ago, you could’ve been arrested for indecent exposure. Please don’t argue with someone who is right.”

I thought about it. “Okay. Maybe a I was flirting with you a little. And maybe I am extremely horny. But can you blame me!? I was just getting my dick sucked and you interrupted before I could finish.”

She laughed again.

The sound filled the car. I liked making her laugh. I wondered what she sounded like when she moaned.

I liked that I’d caught her in sweatpants and glasses and somehow made her smile. It’s like what she would look like the morning after we fucked.

“You know,” I said, “you looked really intimidating earlier.”

“I did?”

“With the sunglasses and the fancy car.”

“And now?”

I looked at her.

The oversized hoodie. The messy bun. The sleepy eyes behind her glasses.

“Now you look nice.”

She was quiet for a moment. Then she said, “You’re very strange.”

“It’s the first day of my life. Give me a break.

The camp entrance appeared ahead.

She turned onto the gravel road, and pulled up next to the office.

Everything was dark except for a porch light. She got out of the car. Even the sweats couldn’t hide her perfection. I was in awe.

I didn’t move.

She sighed, “Leave the bike in the trunk. I imagine your cabin is somewhere over there.” She pointed to the boys’ side of the camp.

“Where’s your home?” I asked.

“In the loft of the office. Tomorrow I’ll make sure to unplug the phone so I don’t get woken up in the middle of the night.”

“Thank you again,” I said. “I’ll see you at breakfast tomorrow.”

“You should probably drink some water.”

“Probably.”

“And brush your teeth. Your breath smells like puke.” Her grin is huge. Not malevolent. Teasing. Flirtatious.

“Goodnight,” I called, watching her walk inside. I had absolutely no chance with this woman. She was too gorgeous, too experienced, too perfect.

It was fun to imagine.

I stumbled back to my cabin. Only puking one more time on the way.