The care-free attitude of this girl is almost too much for me. Having just gotten back from an amazing road trip myself, I had dreamt many times this past week of having a beautiful copilot helping me navigate America’s former frontier.
We’re young, the wind’s tossing our hair around and her gorgeous legs are on the dash; we have zero responsibilities and no obligations. I’m overwhelmed. If she keeps this up we’re gonna get in a fucking car crash, I swear.
But I think I want road head. Should I ask??? I mean I know she’d give it to me without a pause but I think it might ruin this. It would turn our nothing into something and that’s the exact opposite of what I want. This moment is the sum of an infinite amount of intangible things. Road head would suddenly turn it into one thing: getting me off.
Spiritually though, I’m already getting off of that blond peach fuzz on her left thigh. Why cheapen the spiritual with the physical? As far as I’m concerned, care-free nothingness and blond peach fuzz is better than road head. We drive on.
