Car Head Science

Norma’s Café was a great place for the boys to end up after a long night out. We needed something to soak up the beer and liquor from the evening and Norma’s Café always came through. At 4 a.m. there was always something to gawk at: a waitress with a jacked hairdo and thick nurse shoes or a group of drunk teenagers heckling some self-conscious fat girls scarfing down double cheeseburgers.

The three of us lounged deep in a booth and talked about some truths, but mostly told tales. After a full stomach and a healthy tip we hit the door, but it was obvious nobody was ready to go home. Marcus and I stood outside waiting for Terrence to come back from the bathroom and I leaned against a light-post, recounting the memories of last week.

“Man, that Filipina broad he brought last week was kinda thick.”

Marcus gave me a nod and drew her key features with his fingertips, saying, “Yeah, when she hit the door I saw her outline and was like, damn!”

“So, are they together now or what?”

“Naw, I think they just met and he had her swing through.”

Terrence hit the front door hard and joined our lazy lean in front of the parking lot.

For 4 a.m. there was still a decent sea of cars; however, a blue Ford Contour near the rear of the parking lot caught my attention. It was alone, and I could make out the outline of a driver in the front passenger seat. Most people in most situations at 4 a.m. park with all the other cars near the entrance, for security. But this car was near the trash bin, parked in a pronounced shadow at the rear of the parking lot. The driver was looking forward. Lights and engine off. Suddenly, I knew what it was: car head.

Car head, aka getting a blow job inside a vehicle, is a science. Where to park, when she should dip down towards your cock, what you should do if headlights light up your cabin, what to do if the elderly couple in the parking space next to you returns early from their movie, etc. There are do’s and don’t’s, and trust me the don’t’s are the most important.