2015 - Kiss Me, You Fool

Laughing softly, Steph supported Abi as she recovered from her orgasm.

"Who are you, you witch?" Abi asked in awe. "How do you do this to me?"

"You're the one who was grinding against me. I just stood there and enjoyed."

"I don't know if I can make it to a restaurant. My legs are like jelly."

"I'll hold you. It's only a hundred feet from here."

"I wanna go home and cuddle with you." Abi whined in a little girl's voice.

"If you're a good girl, I'll fuck you like a whore after we eat."

"Oh! You say the nicest things to me."

They were still laughing when they walked in the restaurant.

"It feels strange being in a big bed with you." Abi said.

"It's less cozy than my... our bunk bed, I'll grant you that."

"You know I still don't believe you didn't see the homeless man."

"I swear I didn't know he was there until he crawled out from under the cardboard sheet."

"You could have told me and I would have stopped. I mean, he was jacking off not six feet from us."

"He's entitled to some pleasure too. And you were having such a nice time. I didn't want to spoil it for you."

"You're so generous. Always thinking of others."

"I am, aren't I?"

"Stop laughing. That was me being sarcastic."

"I know, but you're so cute when you pout."

"You're a mean woman, Stéphanie Lafontaine."

"I love you too, Abigail Jackson."

"Oooooh!"

"Don't cry, honey. Why are you sad?"

"I'm not sad, I'm happy and you know it."

"I do, my love." Steph said softly, pulling Abi to her.

In minutes, she was asleep. Steph watched her for a long time, taking stock of the road behind and contemplating the long road before them.

The next morning, Abi kept her hands to herself -- for the most part -- so they could have time to shower, eat a hearty breakfast and still be on time for their appointment.

"Why are we at a Peterbuilt dealership, honey?" Steph asked.

"For now, we're just looking. There's a Kenworth dealership not too far from here and a Volvo too."

"If you like checking out trucks, we should look for a rodeo. Then you'd see some nice ones."

"I'd like that, but this is my third surprise. Well, it's more like an offer I put out there with absolutely no strings attached. I heard a lot of pros and cons. Too many to have a real opinion, so I leave it to you to decide. You see, I sold my house, the one I got in the divorce settlement. Plus I negotiated with my ex and got a lump sum in lieu of future alimony payments. If you think it's a sound investment, we can buy our own truck and run as independents."

Abi watched emotions play on her partner's face, getting worried when Steph didn't say anything.

"The last three weeks, I was on the road with an old driver I know who had his own truck all his professional career. He was teaching me how to run the business side of things. I only know enough about engines and the rest to make an inspection and to know when to stop at a shop to have a mechanic look at it. I will be counting on you for that part."

"Once again, you have me at a loss for words."

"Is it a good thing or a bad thing?"

"A good thing, for the most part, but I don't think you realize the scope of such a decision. Why don't we shop like you planned and collect as much information as we can? We can look at your business plan when we get to the apartment."

"How do you know I have one?"

"You wouldn't have gone to all that trouble if you weren't serious about this."

"Which one did you like best?" Abi asked while they ate shrimp gumbo for a late lunch.

"That's the very last criteria, honey. If we're doing this, we have to look for the best combination of fuel economy, reliability, road handling and much more. Once we are satisfied with that, we can customize our truck to our specifications as long as we can afford them."

"I like that you're saying our truck."

"Of course I am. What did you expect? We're partners."

"Yes we are, my love. In everything. So, did you like the 389 Pete? I like the classic look and from what the salesman said, it looks interesting."

"It did, but most of my experience has been with International Eagle and Kenworth T2000, except a long time ago when I drove with my dad. He swore by Peterbuilt."

"I drove an older 389 with an eighteen speed transmission for my course. I liked it a lot even if it was a bitch in some tight yards."

"If we were looking at older models, I'd think about Petes for sure, but the technologies have evolved quite a bit in recent years. Much of it is because of new EPA regulations and such. We have a lot of looking and thinking to do before we decide."

"Wow! It's not like buying a car, is it?"

"It's a business tool and our home. It will have to last for years and we can't have it break down on the road. That can get really expensive really fast. You can't just kick the tire and say you like the color."

"Okay partner. So we keep things as they are now until we're confident we're making the right choice."

"There's also the matter that I'm Canadian and you're American."

"After what you just said, that's the easiest problem to solve. I believe that if we fix the numbers so that you appear to invest half of the money, we can incorporate in the US and you'd get a green card easily. There's another way too..."

"I know, but why don't we wait a bit before we think about it. As for the money, I can put half. I've been saving for years. I might as well use it."

"Is that why you want to leave things as they are for a while?"

"Not at all, honey." Steph said, reaching for Abi's hand. "I really meant what I said about choosing a truck. If I was sure, I'd buy it tomorrow. It's such an important investment that I want to be certain."

"All right then. What do you want to do for the rest of the afternoon?"

"If you have nothing planned, why don't we go shopping for some lingerie? When we get home, we can check the internet and make plans for tomorrow."

"I knew there was more to you than a beautiful body. Let's go. I can't wait to get home and ravish you."

Abi was laying on Steph, kissing her as she slowly, deliberately lowered her pussy on her lover's strap-on.

Her eyes glazed over as she felt herself being stretched by the fake cock. That position, with her knees on each side of Steph's waist, was the best for that. She couldn't believe she had waited so long to act on her feelings for her friend.

She tried to prolong the delicious sensations by keeping her tempo slow, but soon, she was riding her for all she was worth. As she neared her goal, she felt Steph's finger slip in her ass, but she was too far gone to stop so it became only one more sensation, speeding her to a fantastic orgasm.

When she came down, Steph's finger was still inside her, moving around slowly. At first, it felt strange, but once she was used to the feeling of the unusual invasion, she relaxed and found it rather pleasant. Abi stiffened when Steph added a second finger, but she gave her time to get used to it, massaging the outer muscle with the fingers of her other hand until she could push it in easily.

"So this is what anal sex feels like. It's really special."

"Do you like it?"

"Strangely, yes. Yes I do. I was always curious about it, but I never let a man do it. All they'd want would be to shove their cock in and I didn't want to get hurt."

"That's right. You have to take it slowly."

"So you're not going to fuck me like in the fantasy you described yesterday?"

"Only when you're ready. Baby steps first. We'll buy some butt plugs to get you used to the feeling. I didn't bring mine from the truck."

"You use butt plugs?"

"Does it repulse you?"

"No. I'm just curious. What does it feel like? Do you use them when you masturbate?"

"Sometimes, but most of the time I wear them while I drive."

"Really? That's weird."

"Why? There are models made especially to be worn for hours at a time."

"I suppose you get off on the vibration from the truck."

"Exactly. It used to be better for the vibration, but with the new pneumatic seats, you get a different feeling."

"Will you teach me about anal sex? I heard lots of things and some of them sound yucky."

"I know. Don't trust everything you see in porn either. A lot of what they do of patently non-hygienic and even dangerous."

"Like what?"

"ATM, for one. That's ass-to-mouth. Who wants to transfer fecal matter directly from their rectum to their mouth? I've also seen scenes where a man switches his dick back and forth from a woman's ass to her vagina. That's just plain sick and dangerous. I know these women clean themselves before doing anal scenes, but, come on. They take their health in their own hands."

"You have your fingers in my ass."

"And I won't do anything else with them before I clean them. Trust me."

"I do trust you. Can you...?"

"Go faster?"

"Yes, please... Yes, like that."

Abi tried to match Steph's thrusts with her bouncing on her cock, but as soon as she paid too much attention on the fingers in her ass, she lost her rhythm. Finally, she impaled herself and concentrated on being fucked in the ass.

Soon, she found that the feelings reverberated in her vagina as her muscles contracted on the dildo. When Steph lifted her so she could suck on her breasts, she didn't think about what hole she was fucked in anymore. Only the sensations coursing through her body mattered.

She couldn't believe she was having anal sex. It had always been the ultimate example of dirty sex. What else was she going to learn from her lover? She was riding a wave of pleasure when the image of Steph fucking her wildly in the ass in front of a crowd of spectators popped in her mind and she climaxed.

"Wow! That was something else, my love. I hope you can teach me new things all the time."

"If you keep an open mind, you'll teach me some too."

"I doubt it. You have so much more experience. I'm just a baby lesbian."

"You have an imagination. Add that to your hetero experiences and I'm sure you can come up with fun games to play. I seem to recall a story about a Ferris wheel and a hand job."

"You would remember that one. It must have titillated you when you heard it."

"You have no idea. I couldn't wait to get back to my truck. See? When we go out on our own, we can chose the cities we deliver to and how long we spend there. Let's check online to see where the best Ferris wheels are, for example."

"We can also try to book trips to Vegas."

"I like the way your mind works."

"I just popped in my mind, like... I'd like to tell you something, but I don't want to hurt your feelings."

"What is it? Never be afraid to talk to me. It's the only way we'll last together."

"I know that. It's just that... When you were fucking my ass, as I was about to come, I got the picture of the Vegas fantasy in my mind and that's what tipped me over."

"Why would it hurt my feelings?"

"Because I wasn't thinking only of you when I came."

"My poor baby, that's what fantasies are for. Everybody has them. Didn't you ever fuck a man dreaming that he was Brad Pitt?"

"It was Keanu Reeves for me. And you?"

"I had the biggest crushes on Demi Moore and Sigourney Weaver when I was younger."

"A femme and a butch. A sensitive artist and an alien huntress. How eclectic of you."

"I'm a woman of many facets."

"As I'm discovering. And I thought I knew you."

"Are you disappointed?"

"Not at all. Quite the opposite. I told you I was already in love with you before spending more than a few hours at a time with you and that it confirmed what I was feeling. You're only adding to it with every moment we spend together. You won't get rid of me so easily."

"I don't want to get rid of you, honey. I only want to make sure you know what you're getting yourself into."

"I love you, pervert, but I'm going to have to climb off you or I'll walk funny tomorrow."

"I'm sorry. I should have thought of that. Don't ever hesitate to tell me if something makes you uncomfortable or hurts. Poor baby. Here, let me kiss and make it better."

"No! I'm too sensitive. Give me a break. A girl can only take so much."

"So, you are not insatiable after all."

"If you mean I'm not a glutton, you're right. But I can give as good as I get."

Growling, Abi pinned Steph to the bed and proceeded to show her how good a student she was.

The next day, they visited the isthmus and ate the picnic they had brought looking at the Gulf of Mexico, saddened that it had been irretrievably polluted just so a gas company could save a few bucks.

When they got back, they took a nap before leaving for an evening on the town.

Steph had the strangest dream. She was in a void with no body. She was a creature of sensations, but there was nothing around her to give her any. They all came from her inner self. At first, she thought she should recognize them, but they seemed to come from every part of her being. The energy level at her core was rising regularly for no reason she could discern. Hot, cold, tickling, sizzling, tickling, scratching. She trashed as much as an incorporeal being could, certain that she would cease to exist when she reached critical mass. When she did, she felt all that energy being expelled all at once.

The sound of her own scream woke her.

"Had a pleasant dream, love?" Abi asked with a satisfied grin.

She was holding Steph's legs on her shoulders, the dildo from the strap-on buried deep in her, hands on her breasts. Both were covered with sweat.

"I can't believe I slept through that."

"You zonked out as soon as your head hit the pillow. You must have been very tired. And I went really slow which is not as easy as it sounds."

"And you thought you couldn't find ways to surprise me. Sheesh!"

"I aim to please." Abi giggled.

"Would you mind if we stayed in tonight? I am tired. We could make something to eat with the staples we bought earlier and cuddle in front of the TV with a couple of beers."

"That's fine by me. I'm not much of a club girl anyway."

In the next few days, they did the touristy things. They shopped for things that would be useful for two women living in a truck. And they slept a lot, making up for lost sleep and storing energy.

On the sixth day, Abi intercepted Steph in her pacing on the balcony.

"What is it, my love? You've been antsy for the past two days."

"This is the reason I don't take long vacations. After sleeping three or four days, I can't stand the idleness. I can't wait to be back on the road."

"That's because you have no interests outside of work."

"Do too."

"Name one."

"You."

"Silly." Abi slapped her arm. "Name another."

"I read books. I watch movies."

"Why don't you?"

"I forgot my reader in the truck and there's nothing good on TV."

"There must be a library and a cinema somewhere around here."

"I checked on the net. All they sell are best-sellers for the tourists and there's nothing good showing."

"If you call your dispatcher, do you think he could get you back on the road day after tomorrow? We could drive back to Egan tonight and do a thorough cleaning of the cab and the laundry tomorrow. In the evening, we could read or watch a movie from your collection, go to bed early and be on the road the morning after."

"I know what you're doing and it won't work. I promised you two weeks off the road. I was only thinking of myself and let my old single's habits get the better of me. This dog is going to have to learn new tricks. Here's a compromise. We drive there tonight and sleep in the truck. Tomorrow, we clean the cab from top to bottom and bring the laundry back here. It's a city celebrated around the world for its many activities, for crying out loud. I can't believe we can't keep ourselves busy between sex marathons."

"I like your plan, but you're going to wear me raw. In our first hour here, I had more sex than since my divorce, nearly two years ago."

"What about...?"

"Hey, I had a rep to keep."

"You know, this is a good opportunity to do a dry run to see how we could handle this if we were independent. Why don't we look at the sites where they post loads and see what they have? From your business plan, we know the rates we would accept. Let's see what they offer."

"We could do that for the next couple of weeks for the cities where we would be if we took the runs. It would give us an idea if there is consistent work available and in which areas. I heard of a couple of places where drivers won't go unless they have a return trip already booked."

"I could get on discussion boards with other independents and pick their brains."

"Way to go partner. How about one of those sex marathons before we leave to sleep in a narrow bed?"

"I thought you wanted to christen the truck?"

"Who says we can't do both? We're on vacation, aren't we?"

Chapter 4

As the main commercial terminal for the Nashville International Airport, the Robert C. H. Mathews Jr. terminal was always busy.

Addy amused herself people watching, looking for celebrities arriving to the country music capital. She smiled and nodded to her clients, even those who didn't acknowledge her. She grinned wickedly as she watched them walk by, knowing full well which ones had been begging her to make them come as a treat after a strenuous training session.

Opening the health food business with her childhood friend Tom had been a stroke of genius. Promoting it to the rich and famous with nutrition planning and personal physical training services earned them a comfortable living, among other perks.

Being seen as a couple allowed both to hunt among their closeted clients with impunity and gave them the perfect reason to rebuff unwanted advances from their hetero clients.

In fact, Addy had been about to close a buxom singer after working with her for three weeks. Under the pretext of helping her with her exercises and posture, she had been teasing her mercilessly, more than once bringing her to the edge of climax. This would have been the first day they would have been alone in her luxurious house without assistants, servants or husband.

She loved her women with a full, voluptuous figure, especially with large breasts. Their flesh jiggling as she fucked them with her strap-on was a major turn-on for Addy.

To say that she was pissed when her sister called to say that she and her partner were delayed at a client in Chicago and would arrive in Memphis only the next day would be an understatement since she also asked her to pick-up Steph's older sister at the airport, but she had never been able to say no to her twin.

To make matters worse, the flight had been delayed in Atlanta so Addy had to call her client and cancel the appointment she had already pushed back. She had to step outside and give the woman a good session of hot phone sex so the irate client wouldn't close her account.

Since she had been on the sidewalk outside the terminal the whole time, in full view of the crowd, and couldn't take care of herself, she was hot and bothered when she walked back inside and sat on a bench to wait. She was sorely tempted to make herself come by flexing her thighs and inner muscles. It wasn't wholly satisfactory, but it was better than nothing.

Every now and again, she checked the picture on her phone. She had to admit that the woman had an ethereal quality about her that must be attractive to some, but she looked like a freaking wraith. She must live in a crypt and the heaviest thing she had lifted in her life must have been her shoes. She looked as if good gust of wing would blow her away.

To pass the time, Addy engaged a conversation with a black woman who was sitting on the bench with her. She was a bit older than Addy and was waiting for her sister who was flying in on the same flight as Steph's sister. Not exactly overweight, she had the body of a woman who was not a stranger to hard work. While she talked about her husband and their children, she didn't stop Addy's hand from caressing her arm. Neither did she push her away when Addy leaned in to whisper in her ear and traced its contour with the tip of her tongue.