“Randy look,” she said as he handed her another glass of Sangria.
“It’s the last we have,” he said.
Randy moved next to her. His breath was hot in her hair. He kissed her neck as she sipped the wine and watched Mildred and Roger make out in the car next to them.
She felt warm and rolled down the window of the pickup as she finished the last of the wine. I wish we had just one more small glass, she thought as Randy stroked her hair and they French-kissed long and hard. She had never known such temptation. She was a virgin and determined to stay one until her wedding night. Some of the wilder girls at school teased her because of her moral stand on premarital sex. They called her Virgin Mary behind her back. Just a few more kisses and I’ll have to tell him it’s time to go, she told herself.
Her mouth seemed to ache from all the kissing as Randy moved on top of her. She thought she heard a zipper. She knew she should stop him, but now, with the wine, her head was spinning. She felt a little sick.
I’ve got to stop him before this gets out of hand, she thought, but she couldn’t move.
The night and the passion became one. His kisses were wild and violent with mounting excitement.
I’ve got to stop this, Sierra thought. The thrill of adventure and furor of passion was quickly broken.
“Randy, that hurts. Don’t.”
He pushed into her and it was over. He moaned and slumped heavily on her as she pushed as hard as she could to remove herself from under him.
“Damn you Randy.”
She became sick and stumbled out the open door of the pickup. Sangria spewed from her mouth. She heaved in anguish and sobbed. How could I let him do that to me, she thought. I never intended for things to go this far. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
“Randy how could you?”
“Hey Sierra, I didn’t force you to do nothin’. You were so hot, you blew my mind.”
Sierra noticed that Roger and Mildred had already gone.
“Turn on the dome light so I can find my panties.”
“Sugar there ain’t no dome light. Just feel around.”
“I hope you used a condom. Did you?”
“Heck Sierra, I never thought you’d let me, not on the first date. I ain’t got no AIDS. Don’t worry about it. You’re only the second woman I’ve ever been with. The other one, heck that was a over a year ago in Mexico.”
“You mean a whore?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Damn you Randy. Take me home. Now.”
“Okay, okay. Listen, how about let’s you and me go over to Rio City tomorrow night if I can get the truck again? We can get a motel and do it right. Okay?”
“Randy please, just take me home. Stop at the Exxon, and let me clean up before I go home just in case anyone is still up. What time is it?”
“About four-thirty, almost five o’clock maybe,” he answered.
“Oh no! Hurry, my dad’s going to kill me,” Sierra said as she tried her best to straighten her trompe L’oeil designed dress and fix her hair as Randy’s old truck sped toward Magic Valley.
The attendant at the Exxon gave her the once-over as she rushed into the ladies room. When she came out, Randy was laughing and talking to him. The attendant smiled and seemed to stare at her when she opened the door and climbed in beside Randy. “Way to go Brother,” he said to Randy as they pulled out of the driveway.
“You idiot. You told him, didn’t you?”
“Hey Sierra, there ain’t no secrets in little towns. You know that. Now how about tomorrow night? You know, the motel in Rio City?“
“No. Not tomorrow night or any other night. If you’ve given me a disease I swear I’ll kill you. You got me drunk on wine and then you didn’t even practice safe sex.” Sierra’s voice trailed when she saw Randy was smiling from ear to ear. She knew no matter what she said, he didn’t regret what had happened.
“All hell’s fixing to break loose at home when I get there,” she said.
Chapter 5
Not a thank you, kiss my foot or nothing, Sierra thought as Randy’s old truck sped away from her house. The sun was breaking the horizon as she tried to push her hair into some kind of order.
“He could have at least walked me to the door,” she muttered aloud. Quickly smoothing her dress as best she could, she started toward the small weather-beaten frame house. Suddenly the door flew open. Her dad stormed into the front yard.
“Donde diablos estabas? Where have you been?” He didn’t wait for an answer before shouting, “Your mother and I’ve been worried sick about you. We’ve called the hospital in Rio City. We even called the Sheriff’s Department to see if you’d been killed in a wreck. Sierra, what have you been doing half the night? It’s almost daylight.”
“We were just riding around and talking.” There was no good answer and she knew it. Looking at the ground she mumbled, “That’s all.”
“Get in the house before all the neighbors have something to talk about.”
When she ran into the house, she saw her mother sitting on the couch. She knew she couldn’t face her. She looked at her and started to cry as she ran on through the front door and straight to the room that she shared with her two sisters. Quickly she closed the door behind her.
Sandra was already dressed and sitting on her bed. It was Saturday morning. Sandra worked weekends, seven to three at the cafe their father owned. She had on blue jeans and a checkered western style shirt that was too big for her. Her steady boy friend, Gilbert had given it to her last week for her birthday. Sandra had worn it almost every day. Rosemary, the youngest of the three Lara sisters, was still asleep.
“Where have you been?” Sandra asked. “Mom and Dad have been worried sick about you. Have you lost your mind or are you just stupid?”
“We’ve just been riding around and talking.”
“Give me a break. Don’t lie to me. Look at you. Any fool could tell you’ve been parked, making out. You smell like a brewery. You’re in some deep crap I can tell you that.”
The bedroom door opened. Anna Lara came in and quietly closed it behind her.
“Okay, young lady where have you been and what have you been doing?”
“Nothing Mama, I swear.”
“Sierra, please don’t lie to me. You’ve been a good daughter. For you to stay out all night like an alle y cat is almost unbelievable. Then here you are coming home with the sun for all the neighbors to see. And you’ve been drinking! Look at your dress. You’ve thrown up on it the first time you’ve ever worn it. Oh Sierra.”
Sierra started to cry. Her mother came and sat beside her on the bed. “Mama, I swear, all we did was ride around and talk. I’m sorry it’s so late, I just forgot. Randy had some Sangria. I had one glass, that’s all, I swear. With all that we had to eat and drink at the prom and then the glass of wine, I got sick. That’s all Mama. I swear. That’s all that happened. That old truck got hot and he had to get some water before we could drive it on home. He couldn’t even stop and walk me to the door because it was still getting hot. He had to keep it going. Mama, I swear that’s all there is to tell.”
“Go