Road Trip

“Let’s go out to Wimberley!” Josh said upon hearing the news. “We can build a fire out at the deer lease and party all night long.”

“Dude, I just told you that my parents are going to be out of town for the weekend. Why should we drive all the way out to Wimberley when we can just party here?” Josh just stared at me.

“Don’t you remember what happened last time?”

“What are the odds that my mother is going to get food poisoning and they’re going to come home early again?”

“You weren’t the one caught on the downstairs hide-a-bed with your naked ass sticking up in the air over the vacuum cleaner,” Josh said, clearly traumatized by the memory. “You know your dad still says ‘I didn’t recognize you with your pants on’ every time he sees me.”

“Like I said,” trying hard not to chuckle at the memory, “What are the odds of that happening again?”

“Not nearly as good as the odds of us getting fucked up tonight!” Josh said as he hoisted a two-ounce bag of weed over his head. “And remember that Wimberley is shroom country!”

“Is your brother going to hook us up with some beer?” I asked. Josh’s twenty-one year old brother, Jake, was a junior up at Sam Houston State University.

“No, there’s a big football game out there tonight. Besides, he always charges us twice what it costs so that him and his roommate end up drinking for free. Don’t worry, though. I think I’ve got something figured out.”

After my parents took off to visit my dad’s brother and his wife in Lafayette, Josh pulled his blue and primer F-150 into the driveway. I threw the fishing poles, sleeping bags and the tents up into the bed. There was a cabin up at the deer lease, but you never knew what you’d find.

After we’d made the two-hour drive up to Wimberley, Josh pulled in the dirt parking lot of the bait shop.

“You slide over into the driver’s seat,” he told me. “When I get back, be ready to leave in a hurry.” A few minutes later he jumped in with two twelve-packs of Lone Star beer and we were out on the blacktop before Josh could even snap his seat belt. It turned out that he didn’t even steal ’em. He left the money (plus a generous tip) on the counter and just grabbed them on his way out the door. We still felt like gangsters when we sucked them down, though.

Thoroughly wasted, I had the strangest dream. There was a wild and beautiful girl and she was unbuttoning my jeans. She took me into her mouth and I could feel her tongue caressing its entire length as she increased the suction and moved her lips up and down slowly over the area between the head and the shaft. I didn’t know if I was gaining a lover or losing a friend.