Kathye and her husband, Jake, are driving to Oklahoma City one dark and rainy night when Jake spots a friend of his stranded on the highway. After stopping to give the friend a ride, Kathye begins to worry that Jake is going to offer her up for a threesome in the rear seat of Jake's extend cab Chevy pickup truck.
* * * * *
Jake and I are in his truck driving to Oklahoma City. It is night. A light rain is falling. Raindrops on the windshield turn to diamonds in the lights of passing vehicles. The fresh smell of a wet, early spring makes me feel warm and heady. Up ahead, our headlights catch a stalled vehicle pulled over on the highway's shoulder. Jake slows as we pass. A man is looking under the raised hood of the stalled car.
As we pass, Jake looks at the man and shouts: "Hey, look. That's my friend."
Are you sure, I ask.
"Yeah, I'm sure. That's him." He stops and backs up. "Open the door," Jake says. "Let him in." I open the door and his friend jumps in the back seat. We talk and laugh. His car overheated and he had to pull over, he says. He had been there nearly an hour, trying to hitch a ride.
We drive to the next town and have coffee in a small cafe. We talk some more about things. Most of the talk is between Jake and his friend. They talk about things I don't know about, things they did before I met Jake. In the cafe‚ Jake puts his arm around me and caresses my neck. It feels good and makes me warm.
When we leave, Jake tells my friend to drive. I am surprised. Should I sit in the back, I ask? "No," Jake says. "Sit up front. I am tired and will stretch out."
We are back on the highway. The friend is driving and I am sitting beside him. The truck has bucket seats. Jake is in the back leaning forward between the seats talking to us. He reaches around the seat and puts his hand on my breasts and laughs.
"Hmmmmm," he says. "Those feel really good."
His friend looks at me and says, "I'll bet. They look great. At least in those clothes."
"You don't know how great," Jake says. "You should see them naked."
I am shocked and tell him not to say such things, that its embarrassing.
"But it's true," he says.
You think that only because you love me, I say.
"Sure I love you, but its true."
Only because you love me, I say. Other men might think differently.
"Any man would think those tits of yours look great. One look and they want them. Isn't that right?" he asks his friend.
"Sure," his friend says.
"See."
He's your friend.
"But he's a man first," Jake says. "Go ahead. Show him your tits."
No, I say, shocked that he would even say such a thing.
"Come on. Show him. He wants to see them."
No he doesn't. He's just being nice.
"You want to see them, don't you?" he asks his friend.
"God yes," his friend says.
"See. I told you."
Well what did you expect him to say, with me here, you here. Of course he's going to say yes.
Jake reaches around me and fondles my tits. I am wearing a sweatshirt. I am wearing a bra with half the cups cut out so my nipples and part of my breasts are bare. Jake bought it for me so he can play with my tits while he drives. With my tits bulging out of the openings it hurts a little, cuts into me. He pulls my sweatshirt up. I am embarrassed and try to stop him. But he keeps tugging to get my sweatshirt up over my tits.
"I love your tits. I want to show them off," he says. "Come on. Let me. It won't hurt anything. He'll just look. That's all. I want him to see what I've got. He'll eat his heart out because they're mine, and he can't have them."
I don't know, I say skeptically.
Jake's friend has a reputation with the ladies, although I don't know if what they say is true. I guess I sort of want to do it, show my tits off. Having men want you is pleasing to a woman. Besides, he wouldn't let his friend do anything to me. He would be too jealous.
Promise that's all? I ask.
"Promise," he says.
I relax and lean back. What can it hurt. Just for him to look. Besides, like I say, it's feels exciting, being shown off by Jake to his friend. The friend can't do anything. He's driving. Slowly my top comes up. I can feel that soon my tits will be exposed. My brain is reeling. I am embarrassed. I start to resist, but I don't. I feel myself drifting away. Surreal. My will is seeping away. I close my eyes. He reaches under my sweatshirt and cups my tits, squeezing them gently and pulling the nipples. Little ripples of electricity run from my tits down between my legs. He pulls the sweatshirt higher and my tits are exposed. I lift my arms and the sweatshirts comes off completely. The friend is looking at me, at my tits, and trying to watch the road. I am glad it is dark so he can't see me clearly. The bra is cutting into me so I ask Jake to unhook. He does and I am free. I sit there looking straight ahead, into the night, the headlights of passing cars. Here I am, in a truck going down a turnpike, with two men, and I am half-naked, both of them looking at me. God. What's wrong with this picture, I ask myself, and feel sardonically amused at my wit.
"Damn," the friend says. "God, they look great. It's too dark. I want to see them all."
A truck is coming. Its headlights illuminate the inside of the truck. I see the friend looking at my tits, his eyes alive with passion. My tits are bouncing to the rhythm of the truck. Jake cups them and holds them up erect for him to see. He swears softly and calls them beautiful. I am pleased, embarrassed, getting excited. He reaches over with one hand. I draw back. Jake holds me tight, pushes me toward his friend's outstretched hand. His hand brushes across my tit. I am aroused. What is happening. What is being done to me. I hate it. I love it. I'm confused.
Jake unbuttons my jeans and is pulling them down. Oh no, I think. I can't do this, too.
You said just my tits, I wail. That he would look at my tits and that was all. What are you doing now.
"Nothing," Jake says. "I'm just playing around, having some fun."
Please stop, I beg. I don't think this is fun.
He keeps pulling down my jeans. I twist and cross my legs to make it harder for him.
