Discovering Power

Saturday came and if we had our way, so would Roger. As agreed, we all met at the student union. Regina was dressed in a short yellow tube top - it was quite obvious she was braless, denim shorts and clog mules. She's a little, shall I say, "amply figured," sort of an earth mother type. Nonetheless, boys went for her.

I was dressed in a white sleeveless blouse, short black skirt, and those same sandals that I wore the first night Roger surrendered to me.

Roger was already waiting on the front steps as we arrived. "Good morning, ladies," he greeted us trying to look important and in control. The bulge in his pants told us otherwise.

"Come on," I said to him, "We're going for a ride."

"Where to?" he asked.

"You'll find out. You're driving."

"But."

"No time for that," I snapped back.

He persisted, 'I don't have any money."

"Give me your wallet." I commanded.

Reluctantly, he handed over his wallet. I took it and casually tossed it to Regina who inspected its contents. First she went into the billfold section and announced, "Seven dollars. That won't even buy enough gas to get us to where we are going."

She checked the other sections of the wallet and found the usual things: drivers license, student ID card, credit card, and then burst out laughing.

"What's so funny, Reg?" I asked her.

"Look at this," she said, waving the package in the air for all to see. "Look at this. A condom! What do you think he wanted to do with this?" She made a blowing motion on it and coughed as she "shoed away" an imaginary billow of dust.

Passing students looked at us, but didn't really stop to watch the tableau.

She looked at Roger and said aloud, "Don't you think this is a little to big for you. My aunt has just the right thing for you. It's those little rubber thingies she puts on her fingers when she counts money at the bank. I used to like to play with them when I was a little girl. I thought they'd make just the perfect condom for my Ken doll." She laughed.

"You lied to us," I told Roger. "You can use your credit card."

He shook his head. "No I can't. It has a very strict limit. My parents get the bill and question every sale."

Down deep, I knew he was right. My parents kept me on a short financial leash as well. I wanted to work for my own money, but they insisted that for the first year at least, I concentrate on my studies, and if my grades warranted, I could work starting my sophomore year. They also limited my extra curricula activities. No sororities for me. It was all I could do to talk them into letting me join the band.

But being a bitch, means having no sympathy for your prey. "You'll use it. Tell them you needed the gas so you could do some car pooling. You can walk everywhere for the rest of the month."

Before he could object any more, Roger found himself walking towards the parking lot. It wasn't until then that he noticed that Regina and I were each carrying our backpacks. "Planning on studying this weekend?" he asked.

I laughed back at him, "In a matter of speaking, yes!"

I know he could tell by the instructions I initially gave him that I was directing him towards the interstate highway. Nonetheless, I got very specific with my instructions, and instead of telling him to get on it heading west, I gave him block-by-block instructions as if he were a first time driver.

We were on the road about a half hour when I directed him to pull over to get gas. Regina and I went inside as he tended to the car. By the time he came in to pay, we had a selection of items from coffee and milk to cold cuts and bread. It was obvious that this was going to be an overnight trip.

Regina and I got back into his car and assumed a comfortable pose; me with my naked feet on the dashboard making toe prints on the windshield, and Regina with her bare feet between the two front seats usurping his armrest.

"You know, I think you'd be more comfortable if you got that monster out of your pants." I suggested.

"You mean now? When I'm driving?"

"Come on, you can't possibly be comfortable with that thing trying to burst through your pants."

He attempted to unzip his fly and remove his penis. We nearly had an accident. "PULL OVER!" I ordered him. "Let's not get ourselves killed over this."

We pulled over to the side, and with great difficulty, he managed to get his penis out. Regina was now leaning forward looking over the seat into his lap. I was bent over too to inspect his organ. Which is probably why none of us noticed the police car until he put his flashing lights on behind us.

"Oh shit!" was the collective group think, but only Roger managed to vocalize it.

When I think about it now, there probably wasn't much the cop could do about our situation. I don't think we were breaking any laws, certainly nothing that would hold up in court.

I was looking for anything to cover him up with. I found something and threw it across his lap. It was pure serendipity. Roger unfolded the map to cover his organ.

By this time the police officer was at the window. "You folks having a problem?" he asked.

"No nothing, officer." Roger responded with surprising calmness. "I just pulled over to check the map to make sure I don't miss my exit."

"Well, let me see your license and registration anyway. Just routine."

Roger managed to fish his wallet from his pants without revealing himself.

"I'll be right back." the officer said leaving for his vehicle.

"Quick, quick, put it away." Regina urged.

By the time the officer got back, both Roger and the map were properly folded and stowed.

"Everything's in order. Where are you heading?" the officer asked.

"Graham Lake," I responded before Roger could fumble an answer.

"The exit you want is about 5 miles further on. Drive safely."

The officer retreated to his car, and we slipped back onto the road, exhaling our held breath. Regina looked at me. I looked at her, and we just burst out laughing. Even Roger joined in.

I led Roger to the cabin. We made our way to progressively primitive conditions from Interstate, to twolane US Highways, to county roads on which you had to hug the edge to pass oncoming cars. When we got to the dirt road was when Roger began to object.

"Trust me," I said.

And then there was the point to leave the dirt road behind and drive through the trees. We go close enough to see the cabin, although the final 100 yards had to be covered on foot.

"What is this place?" Roger asked.

"Oh, it's just my aunt's cabin. I don't think she'll be using it this weekend. Regina and I carried our packs. Roger carried everything else.

I stopped short of the front door and reached under the rock by the old tree. There wasn't a person in my family who didn't know that this is where the key was found. I really don't know why my aunt locked the place up. Anyone who wanted in had just to break a window. Not that there was anyone around to hear it. Not that there was anything worth stealing inside anyway.

The cabin was furnished with old cast away furniture, some of which used to be in my room as a little girl. There were three bedrooms: a "master bedroom" and two bunk rooms. I remember coming here with my aunts and cousins -- all the girls had one room and all the boys had the other. It didn't matter. If you stood on the top bunk of either room with your head in the rafters, you could look over the wall to the other. I remember trying to peek in on my cousins at night. They, of course did the same with us.

I found the electrical box and threw the current on. There was a sink, shower, and toilet facilities, however, no running water yet. My uncle had never gotten around to putting in the electric pump. On the roof was a tank manually filled by bucket. The hand pump for the well was 100 or so yards uphill from the septic tank. Getting the water was one of the chores us kids used to have to do. At least Jack and Jill (I actually had cousins by these names) went up the hill to fetch a pail of water with an empty bucket.

I turned to Regina and said, "Just being here makes me feel like a little girl again. Let's forget about school and everything else this weekend."

Turning to Roger, I said, "You are to be our cabin boy for the weekend. There are chores to be done around here and you shall do them. But first you have to get into your outfit."

"What outfit?" Roger asked.

"Your birthday suit," I replied, "This weekend, you shall be our naked sex slave."