This particular chapter contains mild themes of peril to be used in later chapters but is mostly a memory of a young woman's first time.
Echoing throughout the empty darkness around her, Faye's near maniacal laugh cut through the silence of the night with sharpness akin to a razor blade. It had been only thirty minutes since the last gas station, but at 70 miles an hour it might as well have been an ocean away. Whether here among the arid badlands or among the crashing waves of the Atlantic she was alone all the same.
Knowing even before she peered at the face of her cracked and dying cell phone, she confirmed that she was without signal and without much battery. Alone,in the middle of the night, on a dark and lonesome road, and with very few resources available to her, Faye just kept laughing. A stomach rolling laugh on the verge of despair.
She had just had to push her luck...
"Balls.", she grunted when her fit of laughter subsided.
Her step-mom had warned her that the tire looked a little flat before Faye had left for the weeklong 25th birthday vacation in Las Vegas. Faye had assured Cathy that she would air up the tire at the first gas station she came across, but of course Faye had not wanted to stop at the very first station at the edge of her small hometown, nor the next station just off the highway, nor the next station at the intersection of the highway and this oh so quaint scenic route.
She eventually forgot about the tire until about 2 minutes ago when there was the sound of rapidly escaping air and a sharp pull to the right that quickly brought her beat up Ford truck to a stop on the edge of the broken asphalt where the road met the arid dirt.
"Well, I really hope that donut is still good." Faye sighed and shook her head. She just didn't know what would happen if the spare tire was bad. It could be hours until another person found her and even longer until someone stopped to help.
Making her way back to where the spare was kept, she opened the compartment to find a relatively fine looking temporary tire and the tools needed to lift the truck and unfasten the bolts securing the now exploded rubber mess that had once been her front right wheel.
After roughly 5 minutes, Faye had jacked up the truck and was attempting to unfasten the first lugnut when she realized she really might be in trouble. The nut was tight, like really tight, like rusted together tight and she was very concerned she might not have the strength or weight to break it loose without slipping the truck off the jack.
All things being equal, Faye possessed both the strength and leverage to break the nut loose, but things were not equal and though her 6' 1" frame was heavier than many young women her age, the corrosion of many months or even years
(when was the last time she had rotated the tires...)
held the bolt firmly in place.
"Double balls." Another grunt.
Faye was no couch potato, and possessed muscles more than a few men might envy, but she just couldn't get this bolt loose. She stood back and breathed deep trying not to sweat from the exertion.
Faye stood erect at her full 6' 1" height and stretched her arms up towards the plethora of stars overhead and took in the night for a moment. A cool breeze graced her pale skin and lapped at the freckled curves as though eager to envelop her in momentary comfort and safety. Her fiery orange hair softly ebbed to and fro on the breeze, tickling her nose, shoulders, and the exposed skin of her upper back.
Though she had tried not to sweat too much, moisture had nevertheless blotched her white dress in places, sticking the fabric to her skin and becoming semi-transparent. Additionally, after bending low to torque the jack she also felt in this moment her white cotton panties riding snuggly between her ass cheeks, exactly where they were not supposed to be if she was to be comfortable.