2015 - Kiss Me, You Fool

>Pervert. I feel a need for spiritual uplifting. Are you in your truck?<

>I've been meditating while reading your email. I reached Nirvana when I read your PS.<

>I've been there twice since I sent it, waiting for your reply. I'm looking at the photo I took of you in your bunk.<

>I'm looking at you in the shower. You're all wet. So am I.<

>I'm meditating furiously.<

>I am too.<

...

>Did you reach Nirvana?"<

>I can't believe we just did this. Can we meditate together when you get here?<

>I wouldn't have it any other way.<

>Goodnight, sweetheart.<

>Goodnight, honey.<

Chapter 3

Over the years, Stéphanie had rationalized her sentiments and feelings for Abigail, finding a neat compartment for them. She was a friend, nothing more.

When Abi asked to ride along for her vacation, Steph was deeply troubled. This would mean not only upsetting the delicate equilibrium she had attained and maintained for so long, but risk smashing the status quo to smithereens.

She knew that a long trip where a couple was together 24/7 in an unfamiliar environment was a make or break proposition for a relationship. But she and Abi weren't a couple.

Was she ready to take the chance of losing her best friend for the pleasure of her company for two whole weeks?

The question was the answer. Abi was her best friend.

Though there had been ups and downs, not only didn't she keep her best friend, but she felt she had taken strides toward that most elusive of goals: love.

A strong-willed woman, once she made her choice, Abi outed herself flamboyantly and let her part of the world know that she was Steph's partner.

The inevitable parting at the end of her vacation time was heartbreaking for both women. Abi spent the night in Steph's truck, wanting to be with her to the last possible minute.

Steph was proud of herself for resisting when Abi asked to have sex with her. She was hoping her friend would be more than a sex buddy.

The next day, when she stopped for the night, she saw that her sister finally emailed the document she had asked for days earlier. With much trepidation, she sent it to Abi. When she came back from showering and eating, she found that her friend had answered with a scan of her own diary.

Even after their mutual masturbation session, sleep had been long in coming for Steph.

Though she raged at the years wasted, she knew that Abi hadn't been ready to accept a lesbian relationship. In their first years of friendship, she was in her wild days of sexual exploration, going from man to man, pushing her limits. Then she married -- for the wrong reasons, in Steph's opinion. It lasted five years, at the end of which, she settled down, but still very much heterosexual.

Steph didn't know what happened for Abi to have such a change of heart, but she was certain that Abi wanting to spend her vacation on the road with her had been a deliberate request.

>I'm 3 hours away.<

>You don't have to give me a countdown.<

>Been meditating today?<

>Tease. I'm not alone in my truck.<

>It would be dangerous to meditate and drive.<

>It's dangerous to text and drive too.<

>Is our shower ready?<

>I have a rack of ribs marinating. My sister will put it on the barbecue soon. I thought a hot relaxing bath would be nice before dinner.<

>You do know I have to leave early tomorrow morning and that it's a long leg?<

>Ah, well, a girl can dream. I'm taking you home for a shower and I have a roast slow-cooking in the oven. It will be ready when we are. I'll have you in bed at your usual time.<

>Good. I need my beauty sleep.<

>I said 'in bed'. We'll see about the sleep thing.<

>Talk to you later, Abinator.<

>Holding my breath.<

In mid-April, Abi began to wait for Steph in her car. When she saw her pull in, she would park in front of the truck while she closed her log and did her post-trip inspection. She dressed as she had when they travelled together.

They always went to her home for a shower and often stayed there to eat before going back to the truck to 'meditate' and cuddle.

Steph adapted to the new circumstances. All that mattered to her was that she was with Abi.

The last two weeks of July and the first of August, Abi wasn't available to see her. She pleaded an out of town formation that kept her away.

Steph had no reason to doubt her word. They would spent the following two weeks together in New Orleans, after all.

On her last run down south before their vacation, Abi texted to tell her she wasn't in Fairview, but in Louisiana, waiting for her.

A bit disappointed, Steph pushed her logbook to the limit to see her as soon as she could. After unloading in Beaumont, TX, she raced back to the Petro truck stop in Egan, LA. She had barely backed in when a brand new metallic copper red GMC Canyon pick-up parked in front of her truck.

Steph jumped down when she saw Abi come out of it. She couldn't wait to hug and kiss her. When she went to pull back, Abi held her and whispered in her ear.

"I'm ready, Stéphanie. I want us to make love together. Don't cry, my love. It took me long enough, but I got it at last. Do your paperwork, I'll do the post-trip inspection and we can leave."

"I've been waiting for so long to tell you. I love you, Abigail. I love you!"

"That was only my first surprise. Get ready. I want to hit the road ASAP."

While she closed her log and prepared her documents to scan, Steph watched Abi as she went through the inspection in a methodical and professional manner.

When Abi opened the rigid cover of the cargo bed, Steph saw that she had traded her smaller duffel bag for two heavy duty canvas ones like hers.

"You're a New Orleans Saints fan? I didn't know you liked football."

"That's for show in the South. I'm actually a Patriots fan. The season hadn't started yet when I rode with you. Don't worry, I have a pair of good headphones."

"What does that mean?"

"Not yet, my love. I have lots of news for you. Are you ready to go?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

"I was been hoping to give you my lesbian cherry in your truck, but I suppose we can christen it when we come back."

Three hours later, they parked in front of a typical building in the French Quarter. Abi took Steph to a second floor apartment.

"This is ours for two weeks." Abi said as she opened the windows to let in the evening breeze. "It belongs to an old friend of mine. He's out of town for a month. If you had more vacation time, we could have stayed longer."

"If it's available again, we'll see next year. Did you plan something for the evening? I'm starving."

"I hope you like Cajun."

"I love it. Do you mind if I shower first?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. Come here, you."

Abi took Steph in her arms and locked gazes. "I love you, Stéphanie. I think I always loved you, but I didn't see it. And when I started recognizing the signs, I fought against it. I'm ashamed to say that it's the reason I got married. If you remember, it was during the period when you were around often. I didn't accept my feelings. I should have listened to my heart."

"There's nothing to be ashamed, love. You weren't ready."

"But I was, just as I knew what you meant at the end of our trip. I so wanted you, but I was still fighting against it."

"Is that why you wanted to ride with me?"

"It was my version of immersion therapy. Sink or swim. Guess what? I learned that I swim like a fish. I love you, Stéphanie."

"Why didn't you tell me then or since?"

"I had arrangements to make so I could be totally free to be yours if you want me."

"Of course I want you. I've never wanted anybody else in the last eleven years."

"Really?"

"You know what I mean."

"I do. Oh how I do." Steph's growling stomach interrupted them. "I see the monster has awakened. Didn't you eat lunch?"

"Not really. I picked up some snacks when I fueled the truck. I didn't want to waste any more time than I had to getting to you."

"That's so sweet. Here, let me undress you. Then we will shower together."

"I like the sound of that."

To Steph's surprise, Abi pulled her close and took deep breaths in her hair.

"What are you doing, honey? I must smell of sweat. I didn't shower last night so I could cheat on my log."

"When I went back to bed every morning after you hit the road, it wasn't to nap. I wanted to bury my face in your pillow to take in your scent, as I did with your boxers."

"I know. You make this cute whimper when you try to come quietly."

"Perv. I imagine you played with yourself while you listened to me."

"Of course I did, but never until I came. It would have been too dangerous."

Abi continued sniffing and licking Steph's skin. After pulling her t-shirt off, she just looked at her, basking in her beauty, as if it was the first time she was seeing her naked. She resumed her task, licking the drops of sweat in the valley between her breasts, nibbling across her collarbone. Kissing her way from the dip at the base of her throat to her breasts. Filling her mind with Steph's scent from her armpits.

She had always been discreet in indulging this particular fetish for fear of being branded as a freak, but she felt no such qualms with the woman in her arms.

When Abi knelt at Steph's feet and began to unbuckle her jeans, she stopped her.

"Honey, I really have to shower. I didn't just eat snacks for lunch. I must stink."

"I can tell. All those times we masturbated together, I could smell you from a distance. Now I can get the full effect."

No sooner were Steph's pants down that Abi pressed her nose in her friend's crotch. Hurriedly, she pushed her own down to her knees so she could bury her fingers in her vagina. She was so close to the edge that she came as soon as she pulled Steph's panties aside and thrust her nose in her folds.

"A little kinky, are we?"

"Well, maybe a little. What about you? Do you have any fetishes you enjoy?"

"I like anal sex and some forms of control play."

"Like dom/sub role playing?"

"Not exactly. It's more like taking charge during sex."

"You can control me all you want. I can be your sex slave."

"Only if I can be yours too. I need you to be my partner, not just another friend I have sex with."

"Why did I wait so long?" Abi threw herself in Steph's arms, crying her eyes out.

Steph let her get it out of your system. "We both have to leave the past behind us at some point, honey, and look forward."

"I have, my love. I've been doing only that for months."

"Is that your other surprise?"

"More than one, but can you take my cherry now? I'll tell you everything over supper."

"It will be my honor, love."

Slowly, Steph finished undressing the woman of her dreams, losing herself in her blue eyes as she explored her body with her hands. Once they were both naked, she pressed their bodies together. Misty eyed, she kissed her tenderly. When her caresses reached Abi's pussy and Abi lifted her leg to wrap around her hip, Steph promised herself to wear her strap-on later so she could fulfil her lover's fantasy and take her standing up.

Abi moaned loudly and pushed her face on Steph's neck.

"Yes, my love! Take me! Make me yours!"

When her lover was too gentle. Abi took hold of her wrist and shoved her fingers inside herself.

"More! More! Fuck me hard! Harder!"

Steph grinned wickedly. If she wanted it hard, she'd give her hard.

She put both hands on Abi's ass and carried her until she was backed to the wall between the open French windows. Lifting her leg back to its former position, she penetrated her again roughly. With a handful of hair, she crushed their mouths together, kissing her with abandon while grinding her own clit on her leg.

Hanging desperately on Steph's strong shoulders, Abi cried tears of happiness as she was ravished, as she gave herself like she never had. She felt the intense feeling radiate from her vagina being pounded, her mouth being forcibly taken, her breasts being crushed against her lover's.

This was what she had dreamed of and so much more. Abi lost herself in the intense pleasure. All coherent thought ripped from her mind, she was a creature of the flesh, at the mercy of her body and of the woman controlling it mercilessly.

She screamed her orgasm, her body shaking as if from a grand mal seizure.

Reality was slow in asserting itself. Abi found that she was bent at the waist, Steph's body molded to hers, her fingers gently caressing her sensitized vagina from behind as her other arm supported her. She was holding on to a metal bar like a... Eyes snapping open, she saw that she was holding to the railing of their balcony. People were looking up, applauding and cheering.

"Take a bow and wave, babe. This is the French Quarter in New Orleans. It's nothing they haven't seen before."

Timidly, then with growing confidence, Abi did just that. Holding her breasts as if offering them, she twirled in Steph's arms and kissed her deeply to the crowd's delight. With a last swing of her hips, she pulled her inside.

"That was some way to take my cherry. How did I find myself out there?"

"Actually, you got yourself out on the balcony. I admit I had you in the door, then you stepped out and grabbed the railing, shaking your ass at me, shouting at me to take you. So I obliged."

"I can't believe it. What did you do to me? I've never had any exhibitionist tendencies. In fact, I kind of lost track of things for a while there. The last thing I remember clearly, you were fingering me against the wall, then it's blur of sensations."

"You're a very passionate woman, Abi. The only thing I can think of is that you gave yourself to me so completely that we became one for a time."

"I remember thinking something to that effect. When I asked you to take me, to make me yours, I really meant it. I can't imagine my life without you."

"Neither can I, honey. Neither can I."

"Do you really mean it?"

"I've been dreaming of it for years. Now we have to find a way to make it work. Why are you crying? It's a happy thing. I can apply for a green card and find a local company in Nashville. We'll work it out. I love you, Abigail."

Still crying, Abi retrieved her handbag and pulled out her wallet.

"You're a long haul driver, my love. I wouldn't want you to sacrifice your life for me."

"I would in a minute for you."

"I know you would. That's why I did this." She gave her driver's licence to Steph. "The morning you left, I called the regional manager and gave notice. I started AZ driver school two weeks later. I couldn't see you these last three weeks because I was on the road with a friend, getting more training. I know you told me you didn't want to drive in team because you don't trust other drivers, but this way I can ride with you and you can teach me. If I become good enough one day, we can do super single, not team. I want some downtime to make love with you every day."

"I don't know what to say. You quit a promising career for me?"

"Stéphanie, the only reason I stayed there so long is because it was the only way I could see you, however briefly and irregularly. There's nothing holding me back. That's my second surprise."

"Are there more? You've just given me everything I could dream of."

"We have an appointment tomorrow morning. We're going shopping."

"We're going to buy sexy lingerie for you?"

"That wasn't the plan, but I like the idea. We can buy some for you too."

"Only if you choose it."

"That was my idea. I had something else in mind too, but I wasn't sure if you'd like it."

"I'm sure I will if it's something you want."

"First, you need to know that I'm a lesbian through and through now. I thought I was before our weeks together on the road and I was certain of it by the time I came back."

"I know, love. You kind of came out publicly the last time we drove through your truck stop."

"I did, didn't I? But I didn't tell you that after you left and I told everyone I was quitting to be with you, most of them congratulated me and told me it was about time. It seems that I'd been pining for you for a long time and that it was the worst kept secret at work. I found out that it was the reason the mean bitch at the restaurant had it in for me."

"Welcome to the wonderful world of bigotry. You will have to learn to deal with it."

"I know. A friend already warned me. As for the thing I wanted to buy, I'd still like to feel a cock in me from time to time, but only if it's yours. Would you mind if...?" Abi blushed.

"Hold on a second." Steph laughed. She brought her duffel bag from where she had dropped it and rummaged through it. "Is this what you had in mind?" She asked.

Abi looked at the strap-on. It was a quality thing with well-worn leather straps. She ran her fingers over the fake cock, admiring the realistic texture. With a mischievous look at Steph, she took it in her mouth.

"Are you still hungry?"

"You're insatiable. Do you know if any restaurant around here delivers?"

"You're right. I have two weeks to show you just how much I want you, after all. Let's shower then go out to eat."

The lovers walked down the street, stopping often, ostensibly to do some window shopping, but really so Abi could stand in front of Steph and rub her ass against her.

"We're never going to make it to the restaurant if you don't stop."

"I can't help myself. Thank you for wearing it."

"I'm so used to it that if feels natural. It took a long time to find a model that was this comfortable."

"On our way back, I want to slip in an alley and have you take me there, like I'm a hooker and you a john."

"So that's why you're wearing a skirt. Didn't you say you weren't an exhibitionist?"

"Risqué sex is not exhibitionism. I've told you enough of my youthful escapades. You know I love to have sex in crazy places."

"I'm not complaining. Just making an observation. I'll take you anywhere you want."

"You really don't mind?"

"I didn't tell you much of my own adventures. You see, I am an exhibitionist. That's why we were in the doorway. Then you took it all the way in public. Years ago, I heard of a special nudist camp where you don't have to hide to have sex. If we're ever in that area, we'll stop for a day so you can see what it's like."

"You mean like a giant orgy?"

"Not at all. Unless you want to. I mean you can have sex with your partner in public. If you're hot, sometimes people stand around close to watch. Personally, I draw the line at men coming on me."

"I always found it gross too. I never got the 'money shots' in porn movies. Either we get in a restaurant right now or we find an alley. I'm so wet thinking about doing it with people watching me."

Steph pushed Abi against a store window and ground her cock against her.

"There's a club in Vegas where you can do it too." She whispered in her ear. "Imagine yourself on a bed, your legs spread wide. You play with yourself while you suck my cock. There are a dozen men and women standing close enough to touch you. After you've come once or twice and your juice is running down the crack of your ass, I flip you on all four and I slowly, ever so slowly slide my cock in your ass. Once your full and can't take anymore, I pull on your hair to arch your back and fuck you faster, harder until I'm slamming you all that I can. At the other end of the bed, a woman is being double-teamed by two men while another woman sits on her face. Your hand is between your legs, jamming three fingers in your cunt. When I slap your ass, you come so hard you squirt all the way to the woman who is coming with you."