“Are ya okay?”
“No one has ever touched me like this before.”
We made out under that tree for a very long time. Even when a car drove by on the path next to us, we didn’t stop.
“I really wanna be alone with you. Would ya like that?”
“Like, at your apartment?”
“Nah, we can’t be alone there. I only crash there a few days a week, when I come back from bein’ on the road. It’s my grandma’s apartment.”
“What do you do for a living?”
“I’m a truck driver. When I’m home, I park my truck in the lot over by Kohl Oil.”
“Like, a semi-truck?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s right by my house; I can probably see your truck from my bedroom window.”
“Ya wanna come check it out?”
“Cool, I’ve never seen the inside of a semi.”
We walked back to the motorcycle, hopped on, and rode to Kohl Oil’s truck lot. He parked the bike next to a beautiful, but imposing looking semi that was midnight blue. It had “DJ’s Trucking” painted in white script lettering on the door.
“Is that the company you work for?”
“That’s my company; it’s my truck.”
We got off the bike, he grabbed my hand, and we walked to the driver’s side door. He climbed up, unlocked the door, came back down, and explained to me how to use the grab rails to climb up. He was a gentleman, and got behind me, to make sure I would make it up safely. Once inside, he started the truck, and all these lights on the dash area lit up and illuminated the dashboard. I thought at night, it probably looked really cool. It was pretty, and I told him I couldn’t get over how spacious it was.
“Ya ain’t seen the sleeper portion behind the curtain,” as he opened a curtain. “Come back here with me; it’s comfy.”
We crawled back, and he sat on the edge of the bed.
“Would you mind removing your tennies, so my bed stays clean?”
He removed his boots, I removed my tennies, and sat on the bed. This made me a little unnerved, so I sat on the opposite end.
“So, if you don’t mind me asking, what happened to your eye?”
“I got into a fight, and the guy stabbed me in the eye, with a knife.”
“Oh my god!”
“Yeah, I have to wait about six weeks for the internal stitches to dissolve, to find out if my vision will come back, or if my eye will be permanently disfigured. I could end up lookin’ worse than I already do.”
“What are you talking about? You’re very handsome.”
He slid up to the head of the bed, lay on his left side, leaned on his elbow, and stared at me for almost a minute, which is long, when no one is talking. I was wondering when he was going to realize that I’m just a stupid little girl, and he’s wasting his time.
“Come kiss me.”
He patted the area of the mattress next to him. I was both delighted, and terrified to be on a bed with a gorgeous man I hardly knew, in what I believed could be a precarious situation. What if he wanted to rape me? No one would know, or be able to help me, until it was all over. But he had such kind eye(s), and he’d been so loving, and gentle with me at the cemetery.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m feeling uncomfortable. This isn’t something I would normally do, and I don’t know why I haven’t been listening to my head.”
“What’s yer head tellin’ ya?”
“I’ve allowed myself to be alone with a man I don’t know; you’re so much older than me, and you could be an axe murderer, for all I know.”
“I think that’s yer parents talkin’, not yer head. What are we doin’ that’s so wrong? Ya seemed to be enjoyin’ yerself at the cemetery. What changed?”
“We’re doing things I’ve never done before, and it’s scary to me. It’s also exciting, and I have been enjoying myself. It felt good in the cemetery; maybe too good.”
“I’m moving too fast for ya, ain’t I?”
“I think so, but now I feel that you’ll be disappointed, or think I’m just a stupid little girl, and you wasted your time, or that I led you to believe I was prepared to do something I’m not.”
“I don’t think yer a stupid lil’ girl, and I don’t think I wasted my time with ya. I think yer a sweet, beautiful young lady, and I’m glad I got to spend time with you. I’d like to spend more time with you, so we can get to know each other. I promise ya, I’m not an axe killer.”
We both laughed.
“Ok, I’ll come sit over by ya.”
He got up, and returned to where he sat, when he removed his boots.
“I wish I would’ve met ya, before school was over. I would’ve loved to see ya in your lil’ cheerleading uniform.”
“Did you play any sports in school?”
“Yeah, football and wrestling.”
“I was a varsity swimmer, gymnast and goalie.”
“Damn, while ya were a cheerleader?”
“Our wrestling coach wanted me to join the team, because our rival school had a girl on their team, in my weight class.”
“Why didn’t ya?”
“Because I’m friends with a lot of the guys on the team, and I wasn’t comfortable with the idea of sparring with them.”
We both laughed.
“Oh, I bet they would’ve liked that.”
“I sort of dated one of them; we’re still friends, but it would’ve been weird. He didn’t know what to do with a girl, anyway.”
“What do ya mean?”
“All he ever did was hold my hand and kissed me; and it was nothing like how you kiss me.”
“Wow, I can’t imagine, being back in high school, with a girl I liked, and not doing more than that, or at least trying.”
“What year did you graduate?”
“73.”
“So, you’re twenty-six?”
“Yep.”
“So, we’re eight years apart. My parents are eight years apart, and my mom was only a year older than me, when they got married.”
“Don’t that make ya feel a lil’ better about our age gap?”
“Yes, it does.”
He just looked in my eyes for a few seconds, and then he leaned in with some apprehension, but then went for it, and kissed me. He kissed me with a closed mouth, long and tenderly. He shifted, and turned his body toward me, and reached around low to my left, and leaned on the mattress, next to my butt. He didn’t touch my butt, he just supported himself there, on the bed. His kisses grew deeper, as his tongue entered my mouth. I didn’t protest; it felt so good, because he was such a great kisser. His tongue was strong, and he used it deliberately, but tenderly, swirling it around my tongue, and then sucking my tongue, as I did the same to his. He placed his right hand on my neck, just under my left ear, but then he pulled back from kissing me.
“Hold on a sec, I gotta get more comfortable.”
He scooted back, and lifted his left leg onto the bed, and bent it up behind me, and then scooted closer to me. I turned my body, so I was facing him, and put my right leg on the bed, bent against his left thigh, and I leaned in to kiss him. We were still too far apart; we both were leaning too far in, to be comfortable. I lifted my right foot over his left hip, with my knee bent over his thigh, and scooted in closer. He grabbed the back of my left knee, with his right hand, and pulled my leg up, over his right thigh. His mouth eagerly returned to mine, and we continued kissing.
He put his arms around my waist, and placed his palms on my back, and I put my arms around his big strong neck. We made out in this position for quite some time, and were both breathing heavily. Eventually, his hands traveled to my butt cheeks, with his fingers wedged in between my rump and the mattress, and he was squeezing my cheeks, softly. He slid his right hand to my left hip, and lightly ran his fingers up towards my left breast, and he cupped it, and lightly brushed my nipple with his thumb. When I didn’t object, he massaged more of my breast, and firmer. He squeezed my nipple through my tank top, and bra, with his finger and thumb. I could feel my nipple hardening from his touch, and as it grew harder, I could feel his touch more, and more.
I ran my fingernails up to the back of his head, and into his hair. He put his arms around me, with his hands on my ass, and his fingers wedged under again, he straightened out his left leg, and pulled me onto his thighs. My crotch was against his belly, and I could feel the heat from his body. With his palms still on my ass, he reached further between my legs, just a hair away from my pussy.
He sighed, and I could feel the hot air exit his nostrils on my cheek. He slid his hands back to my ass, then slid them under my tank top, and slowly up my back. I had three hooks on my bra closure, and in two squeezes, he unhooked all of them, and I felt my bra spring free. He ran his hands cautiously up my back, to my shoulders, and then up, over my head, pulling my top off, and he dropped it between us. He raised his hands to my shoulders, and slipped his fingers under my bra straps, and delicately slipped them down, and dropped them, so they fell to my elbows.
“Yer beautiful.”
“You’re so sweet.”
“That’s not a word anyone who knows me, would use to describe me.”
“C’mon; no one?”
“I’m really sorta… an asshole.”
“You’re not… are you?”
“Yeah, I am.”
“You’ve been so sweet to me, since we first met. I don’t believe it.”
“Yer not like any chick I’ve ever met. Yer so nice, and sweet.”
“So, all the girls you’ve dated weren’t nice? Why did you date them, if they weren’t nice?”
“I wouldn’t call it datin’; it never lasted long enough, cuz they were all crazy bitches. Maybe that’s what ya get, when ya meet girls in a bar. I could tell, when I first saw ya a block away, there was somethin’ different ’bout ya; somethin’ special.”
“Is that why you were staring at me the entire time?”
“I didn’t think ya noticed me. That’s why I yelled at ya, to get yer attention. I knew I had to do somethin’, or I might not ever meet ya.”
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