That Year The Wind Blew In From Kansas

...and it was bitterly cold. The night was frozen solid and the highway seemed like a tunnel through the darkness of what I thought was the armpit of the world. A 40 mph tailwind and the 409 cu. in. '61 Chevy muscle purred on it's way back home. Nothing stops this wind on the Great Plains. It doesn't matter if it is blowing from the South or like tonight from the North.
I was sitting in the back seat smoking Marlboro cigarettes and playing 'titty bingo' with a girl that wanted to ride up with us for the dance. We had to stop to urinate and none of us wanted to get out of the warm beast we were riding in. It could hit it's stride with ease and the heater kept us toasty.


But we did anyway.


Cindy had to go pee really bad and I was interested in seeing how she was going to do it (as we all were quite interested in seeing it). You wouldn't believe the desolation between Garden City and Liberal, Kansas. I thought the bitter North wind would literally blow the door off as I opened it. I got out and held the seat forward so Cindy could get out. I realized right then that with the wind chill it was below 0 deg F.

Shit, even if she could peel those tight fucking denim jeans off she would have to pee downwind otherwise it would be all over her and the car would smell like urine the rest of the way home.

"Hon', make sure you face me to pee otherwise you end up..."

"I know, I know..." she said.

Cindy was having a hard time deciding how bad she had to do this. She lost her modesty around us a long time ago.

"Don't look damn it." We all laughed and realized how it sounded. The three of us guys stood there watching her wondering how she was going to do this. She had better hurry because with the temperature in the teens and a 40 mph North wind it could quickly become worse than just miserable.

"Oh fuck it." she said looking at the three of us looking at her.
I don't know if it was all the beer we were drinking or the icy, unrelenting wind that was freezing us.

"I'm just gonna take these off. Don't look!"

The three of us nodded our head but of course she knew and we knew we were gonna watch her pee on the side of the highway. It was pitch black and the chances of seeing a half frozen pussy peeing downwind on a late January evening was not very likely but our enthusiasm for catching a glimpse was no less perverted. How she squeezed out enough piss to make this worthwhile, I'll never figure out.

"Get in the car quick!" Steve yelled when she finished peeing. To our amazement she did exactly that. She sat between me and Larry in the back seat. Everyone was shaking and I reached my hand up underneath her sweater to find the most frozen erect nipples I had ever touched. The excuse I gave her was to warm my hands. She didn't buy it.

"Tell me you love me first before you do that again."

She was still bottomless with her denims bunched up in her lap and there I sat trying to get the words out of my mouth so I could keep feeling her up. I remember telling her and then I began moving my hand down between her legs. She wanted to part them for me and that is exactly what she did.

"Please tell me you love me."

Damn, how many times must I tell her this shit?

It didn't matter as she went ahead and straddled me anyway. Larry, sitting next to me tried to act like nothing was going on. I looked over at him with a big grin, "You can be next if you want." Of course he wanted to. She may have been a 'nympho' but she was OUR 'nympho'.

Of course too, no one noticed the black ice on the stretch of highway just on the other Liberal, Kansas while we careened towards Hooker, Oklahoma and a tailwind chasing us.

I briefly came-to after my hurling body plowed into frozen winter wheat soil that stretched in every direction like an ocean of mud. I looked around and saw nothing and managed to zip up my pants and pass out again.

A trooper from Kansas and one from Oklahoma came to the scene about the same time. They knew each other well and were friends. They both wore fleece lined leather jackets and they still shivered. Each one wanted nothing more than to have a hot cup of coffee or chocolate.
"Jeepers, looks like there are three or four males one of 'em is still breathin' and one female. Looks like she got knocked out of her clothes!"

Her supple and soft body straddling me, killed her but saved me. There is not much else I have ever recalled from that night when the Devil Came From Kansas and took all but me.