COVER -> American Dreams
"Next stop, Cheyenne," the driver said as he herded his flock to the side of the bus. The drivers had changed here and our new steward was decidedly grouchy. Either he was having a bad day or he was a chronic grouch. Either way, he was to be no fun.
Well, not exactly.
"Next stop," because between Omaha and Cheyenne, through the night, there were at least eight stops in four street towns with two street lights and no traffic signals. At the midnight stop - another truck stop - two fellows from Denver in their hunting clothes were seated at a table.
"We have to come out here to hunt birds this time of year," one of them said, "because the poor things almost die of loneliness if we don't."
The young man with the ring in his lip sat across from me. "Mind if I take this seat?" he asked.
"It's only yours to take, not mine to give," I told him.
"How's that again?" he asked.
"Never mind. Sure, take the seat, relax, enjoy the ride," I said.
He put his feet to the window side of the double seats, pushed back the aisle seat, pushed his head into the space between the seats and closed his eyes.
I hauled out my book and read for a good while. At the first smoke break, we stopped and I got out of the bus with my new travelmate. His young lady friend got out, too, and the three of us stood under a tree in the middle of the Nebraska night puffing smoke.
She shivered in the cold night, what with so little cover to keep her warm. He looked even more worn and haggard than she had in the Omaha terminal. They said that they were on their way home to Salt Lake City. Tomorrow, with luck, they would be back home in Utah.
As we settled down in our seats as the bus pulled back out to Interstate 80, he leaned over to my side of the aisle. "Wanna have a turn at her?" he asked.
"I don't know what you mean," I replied.
"I bet you don't," he said. "I saw you checking her out. She has a fine body. Wanna have a turn screwing her, that's all I meant? I am sure you understand what that means."
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With that, he took my hand and pulled me up from my seat. We walked to the rear of the bus. The smaller of the Mutt-and-Jeff pair was standing in the aisle, blocking our view. As we approached, he sat down and we could see the young woman copulating with another young man in the rear seat of the bus. His butt was pushed to the front of the seat and she had mounted him frontally, with her legs spread apart so far that it looked almost painful.
My travelmate bent down to the young man and asked, not softly or quietly, "You almost done."
"Naw, not for a while I hope," was the reply.
"OK," he said, "we'll come back in a while."
Her print black blouse was pulled up over her small breasts, her green scrubs were on the seat next to them, his trousers were around his ankles and his hands grasped her waist firmly. She had her hands around his neck. They pumped vigorously, without interruption, even while the discussion went on.
We returned to our seats.
"My name is Carl, but my friends call me Carly," he said and pointing to the rear of the bus he continued, "Her name is Udy, sounds like `o-o-d-y' - her little boy next door could not pronounce Judy when he was small and the name stuck. We have just spent a week and a half in Chicago. It is her nineteenth birthday. We went to Chicago to celebrate."
"And how was the celebration?" I asked.
"The best! man, the best!" he replied.
About a half hour later, as quiet had begun to set in again, Udy came forward, nudged me at the shoulder and asked me to move over to the window seat. She sat down next to me.
"And how is the birthday celebration?" I asked.
"Oh, Carly must have told you about the birthday. It has been wonderful, a time to remember - for the rest of my life, a time to remember. Just splendiferous!" she would have gone on and on, but Carly reached across the seat and held her hand for a moment. She slowed down and gave a deep sigh. Then she restarted in a softer voice. "We are from Salt Lake City - we told you that already. Anyhow, Carly is my neighbor - the house behind my house. I am a high school senior this year. Carly is at the university - he's a junior.
"Well, he found out that it was about to be my nineteenth birthday and he said it was time that I had a truly memorable birthday celebration.
"Carly is originally from River Forest, a suburb of Chicago. Most of his closest friends are still there. He just transferred from a junior college in Illinois to the University of Utah. His mom is a physiologist, does research at the University Hospital. He wants to study medicine some day. So do I. That's why we have so much in common.
"Well, Carly knows this guy who can help us score all kinds of drugs. Before we left SLC, he took his mother's cash - what she keeps in the corner of the piano bench. Almost two thousand dollars. Well, we bought these drugs and made the rounds to Carly's friends in River Forest and that general area.
"We have slept about eight hours in the past week. We are getting tired - and we are almost out of drugs by now. We did not have clothes for this cold weather - it was warm when we left SLC. We got these rags at an army sur- plus store.
"For my special birthday gift, Carly got me these." She pointed to her eyebrow, where the two rings were embedded through an awfully raw looking pair of holes. She pointed to the left side of her lip, where there was another ring, oozing fluid, also quite sore. Then she undid the top of her green scrubs and pushed them down. She pointed to the ring on the left lip of her pubis, a bit larger than the others, but equally sore looking. She was very matter-of-fact about it, pulled up her drawers and re- tied the string.
"Before I met Carly, I was always very shy," she began after a pause of about fifteen minutes. "He taught me how to enjoy my body, how to enjoy sex, how to relax and let it happen - orgasms, that is.
"Poor Carly, he got so sore these past several days that he can hardly keep an erection, but me? I am ready to go. Carly had a ring put on the end of his dong, and I think it is infected. Poor Carly.
"I have been doing those four guys in the back since it got dark. Before that, this afternoon, well the Black guy who got off at Omaha, who was sitting in the back, the big fella, you know? Well, that is the largest thing I have ever had inside my body, and man! did it feel good.
"These fellas tonight have been taking turns. I am having one helluva birthday! One major celebration! This is it: Nineteen. And Carly was right: it is a birthday I will never forget."
After a pause of several minutes, as she settled back in the seat, I turned on the light and opened my book. "I'm not done yet," Udy said, as she turned off the light.
"He's not interested in your life's story," Carly said, straightening himself and drinking from a can of Coca-Cola.
"He'll tell me if he has had enough," she replied curtly, and turned to me."Our mothers are both demons. Carly's mom is from the University of Chicago and has only one thing on her mind: research. She does physiology stuff, whatever that is. "My mom is a social worker, well, actually the head of the county agency and she is a big slob. Really, not funny, for real. She is big and fat. She came to the conclusion twenty years ago that no man in his right mind would marry an elephant - if he had a choice - so she got herself pregnant and had me. I do not know all the details, but I do know that she did it to herself so no man could claim to be the father of this child, namely, me. She wanted to have two or three children this way, but once I was on the scene she did not seem to have time to get herself pregged again.
"Carly has no idea who his father is. I suspect his mother doesn't know for sure, either. I guess, when she found out that she was preggers, she said, `This ain't half bad, guess I will have a baby.' And she did.
"Carly is very interested in medicine - wants to be a doctor some day. Me, too. Well, about six months ago, he was examining my insides. We are forever playing with each other. He was looking some stuff up in one of his mother's books and he said he could fix it so that I would not become pregnant - but only if I wanted it fixed. I asked him if he could undo it. He said that he thought he could. So I told him to go ahead. Hey, no preggers for me, at least not so far."
I asked her, "What is this `preggers' all about?"
"Oh, that's from my mom. She is from England originally. She came to Utah as a student, became a Mormon and got her citizenship about ten years ago. She has all these funny expressions. Carly and I like to use them too." She squeezed Carly's hand, which had been extended across the aisle all this time. "He is the most wonderful thing to have happened in my life - I think forever, but for sure this last year. If he moves away or dies tomorrow, I will always be thankful that I had him for a friend while it lasted."
Carly leaned over and said in a hoarse whisper, "And I feel the same way about Udy."
After a silence of about fifteen minutes, Udy got up and returned to the rear of the bus where there was a little round of applause as she came down the aisle. Carly reached across the aisle once again and said to me, "Sure you don't want a little?"
"Quite sure," I replied.
Busing across Nebraska is a long, long ride. When we reached the bus stop in Cheyenne, all passengers had to leave the bus, as it was taken away for servicing - including, in this instance, a good scrubbing. It looked bright and shiny when it returned forty five minutes later.
COMING MONDAY: Part 3 of 3 - "Holding Hands with Chairman Mao"
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