The two of us laughed for a long time. As soon as one of us would start to calm down, we’d make eye contact, and then we’d lose it all over again.
After like five or six minutes of this, Meek was able to get himself sitting upright and though still chuckling some he managed to speak, “That wasn’t that funny!”
I was laying on my left side still laughing a little, but when he said that, I busted up again. “Please stop! Please Stop! My sides hurt so much! Please stop!”
“Why was that so funny?” He asked through his laughter.
I rolled up on one elbow and said, “I don’t know. I don’t know.”
And then seeing that our fire was nearly going out I pushed myself all the way up and stated with chuckles between each word, “Crap [CHUCKLE] our [CHUCKLE] fire [CHUCKLE] is going [CHUCKLE] out.”
Meek and I both started adding twigs and small bits of wood to the fire and blew on it to keep it going.
“Whew, that was close.” Meek stated.
“Yeah wish we could build it up but I don’t want any passerby to see us up here and call the cops.”
“Yeah, they are too nosey.” Meek agreed and then as though we hadn’t been laughing ourselves sick he continued with his story without any prompting from me.
“So anyway. Andy lifted up the back of my sweatshirt and then pulled me backward so that my back was against his stomach and chest.”
“Did it work? Were you warmer?” I asked as I continued to feed the fire small twigs.
Meek again nodded, “I instantly felt the warmth of his skin, which caused me to relax some.”
Between our fit of laughter, nearly having our fire go out, and being completely enthralled in Meek’s story, to be honest I had forgot that he was supposedly telling me about the first time he had sex. Soon Meek got to that part and boy-oh-boy it was seriously intense. I’d be lying if I said that listening to him give me such details didn’t give me some feelings… I mean… well you know what I mean.
Meek continued with, “Uncle Bob hit a rather big bump which caused Andy and me to bounce real high. I had a fraction of a second where I honestly thought I was going to fly out of the bed of the truck.”
I gasped and placed my hands over my mouth in alarm.
“Didn’t your Uncle realize?” I asked.
Meek shook his head, “No because the back window of his truck wasn’t a window anymore. Long ago it had been busted out and Uncle Bob replaced it with wood.”
My voice went high, “A wood window?!”
Meek chuckled, “It wasn’t even painted. Just nailed to the truck and left to weather to the point that the wood eventually looked as old as the truck itself.”
“So did you both stay in?” I asked Meek.
“Oh yeah,” Meek said, “but I did get hurt and when Andy saw that I was hurt he asked if I was okay.”
“I hadn’t answered because I was too busy holding my knee and trying to breathe through the pain.”
“What’d you hurt?” I asked.
Meek then told me, “When I had fallen back into the bed of the truck, I’d somehow flipped completely over while in the air so that I came down knees first.”
I sucked in air through puckered lips, pulled my knees in close to my chest, and wrapped my arms around my shins as I told Meek, “Oh, now that had to hurt!”
“Know how the metal of pickup trucks is sort of wavy on the bottom of the bed?” Meek asked me.
I nodded, “Corrigated.”
“Yeah, like that.” Meek agreed, “Well my knee cap hit right on the edge of one of those.”
“Ooooooooooooooooo!” I moaned sympathetically.
