Big Johnson Trucking Ch. 01

"You drive a truck?" She asked.

"Used to," he answered. "Own a company now. Three trucks with a fourth on the way as soon as Kenworth gets it built." She noticed a bit of a sourness come into his voice at that, but it went back to joviality as he continued talking. "Rig Johnson Trucking," he said proudly. "Well, legally it's Big Johnson Trucking right now," he said, a bit sheepishly. She stifled a giggle but not before he heard it. "Uncle Sam messed up on the application and misinterpreted 'Rig' as 'Big' and now I'm stuck with the name until I can get it fixed."

"That must be embarrassing to have to answer the phone that way," she said, a bit too comically.

"That it is," he replied. "However, that's the way it has to be for now. I tried answering the phone with Rig in the beginning but I was given too much crap from DOT and all my brokers that I eventually just gave in. Now, everyone gets a laugh when I answer the phone, including your dad." This time she just smiled. He motioned her back out into the hallway. "This way to the rooms and bathrooms."

"Bath...rooms??" She questioned.

"Yup," he stated simply, "bathrooms. You'll see." He winked. "Come on. I'll show you the main bathroom first." He motioned to the left just past the living room as they walked. He opened the door and motioned with his arm like he was a model on the Price is Right as he flipped a switch just inside the door.

She gasped in shock as she walked in. It was absolutely HUGE! It had to be at least twelve feet by twelve. The door opened from the front left corner and she could see that the floor and walls were decorated in the same style as the kitchen. Immediately on the far left corner, there was a long, marble countertop that curved around and was big enough to house four sinks, two on the left wall and two on the far wall, with room to spare between them. Each sink had a vanity mirror behind it with strip lights installed so they pointed parallel to the mirror surface.

In the far right corner taking up almost a quarter of the total bathroom space was a completely open walk-in shower. It curved from about halfway down the far wall all the way to about halfway up the right wall. She saw that it also had a bench molded into the wall that curved the length of the shower. There was a rail attached to the ceiling that ran along the contours of the curve of the shower so that a curtain could be installed if needed. In the front right corner facing them was a simple toilet and right next to that, a bidet.

"Is that..." she started.

"Yup," he answered, "a bidet."

"Now this is a bathroom that a girl can get used to!" She gushed.

Rig held up a finger and, walking towards the shower, he pushed a button on the wall. Up from the floor rose sidewalls the same dimensions as the shower. She gaped. "It may be a walk-in shower but, if you want to soak in a tub or jacuzzi." He motioned to the now four-foot-high walk-in bathtub. "You like it?" He asked.

"Are you fucking kidding me!? I LOVE it!!" She bounced up and down in excitement.

He couldn't help but notice how her perky breasts bounced in her shirt. Were they large B cups? Small C's. He shook his head and tried to focus. "Well, if you like this, wait till you see the rooms," he said, mischievously, as he hit the button to lower the tub walls back down.

"I don't think I need to." She joked, placing her fists on her hips. "Just put my bed in here and I'll be fine. This is my room now." She giggled. "Or better yet, I can just sleep in the tub!!" Her eyes twinkled.

"Come on, funny girl," he said, dryly, with a hint of humor. "At least take a look at the rooms before you turn them down." They walked back out into the hallway and turned to the left. He motioned to a door on the left. "That's my room. The Master Suite." He motioned to the right side of the hall at four doors lining the wall.

"Wait," she cut him off before he could continue. "Aren't you going to show me the Master Suite?" She asked, a bit more coquettish than he was comfortable with, as she batted her eyelashes innocently. He melted. Especially considering he couldn't look her in the eyes for more than a couple of seconds at a time.

"Um, sure," he answered, hesitantly. "I have to warn you, though, I'm not exactly the cleanest person around."

"I don't mind," she stated, nonchalantly. "I honestly just want to verify that every room in this house is as magical as the last."

"In that case," he started, "you might want to see the other four rooms first. I'd hate to end your tour on a low note because after seeing my room, the other four are kind of a let-down." He winked again.

She looked astonished. "Seriously?? Oh, I can't wait to see it, now!!"

"Calm down, miss antsy pants." He joked. "Now, how familiar are you with Avatar: The Last Airbender?"

She looked at him quizzically. "I...love that show. Why?"

"Favorite character?" He asked.

"Easy," she shot back, "The Cabbage Man." She grinned.

He facepalmed. "Of course it's the goddamned Cabbage Man." He chuckled. "Ok, let me clarify. Favorite character that had more than a few seconds time in any episode they were in." He looked pointedly at her.

"Um, that's a toughie." She thought about it for a minute, biting her bottom lip. "I'm all about the tough girls, and there were so many." He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, patient with her as she reasoned it out. "Azula is badass but she's evil as fuck. Ty Lee is kick-ass but too flighty. Mai is too moody. Suki is a bit too crazy. I guess, in a nutshell, and at the risk of being too cliché, it's a toss-up between Toph and Katara."

"Well then," he stated, "before you decide, why don't you take a look behind door number one." He smiled and pointed at the first of the four bedroom doors. It was directly across from the bathroom. He followed behind her and as she opened it. He saw her eyebrows shot up to her hairline.

"OH. MY. GOD!! NO FUCKING WAY!!" She screamed. Her eyes were lit up like Christmas Trees as she twirled in the center of the room, taking it all in. Each wall was a mural from the series' Earth Kingdom scenes. The far wall was a scene of Toph training Aang in Earthbending. The left wall was a mural of Little Ba Sing Se's Fashion Mall. The adjacent wall to the hallway was of the Capitol Building.

The right wall, however, showcased the most interesting piece in the room. "That's the metal prison Toph broke out of when she learned Metalbending!!" She pointed, looking at Rig. "Can I?" She asked as she reached for the door, seeing that Rig was propped up on the door frame with his arms crossed and a wide smile on his face. She liked his smile, she decided.

She flushed slightly as that thought, combined with her excitement, caused wetness to form in the folds at the apex of her thighs. He nodded. She opened the door and gaped at the closet space inside. Far more space than Toph had when she was imprisoned in it.

Next to the closet was what looked like the main gate of Ba Sing Se. She opened that door to find a rather spacious toilet area with a small sink opposite the toilet. The inside was what she imagined a toilet room would look like in the Earth Kingdom City. "I'll have my own toilet?" She asked, awestruck.

She walked back out into the room and continued to marvel at the murals. Each one was so intricately detailed as to appear to come to life. She could even make out some expressions on people's faces in the shopping mall mural. "Did you do all this?" She asked in a breathy whisper.

"Mm-mm." He shook his head. "That was all Sky. She loved that show. Said that our kids would grow up in each of the element's areas. She painted all of this." He wiped a wistful tear from his eye. "I helped with building the closet and toilet rooms, but the rest was all her. The Mall mural alone took her six months of working six days a week."

She beamed at him. "It's absolutely amazing."

"Come on," he prodded. "Door number four awaits. And yes, you'll have your own toilet." She was practically skipping behind him as he led her down the hall to the last door. He found that he was slightly aroused at her youthful enthusiasm. "I'm gonna wait out here for this one. This was her favorite one. Better yet, I've got a little bit of work to attend to, so I'm gonna head down to my office while you take a look."

Jasmine nodded and went to open the door, but paused, her hand centimeters from the handle. She absently noted this room was directly across from Rig's as she turned to him, her face turning a light shade of pink. "She sounds like she was absolutely wonderful."

"She really was," Rig stated, sadly. "She was my goddess and my queen. I miss her terribly." Rig turned and headed for his office. "Let me know which one you've decided on. I'll be in my office. Feel free to check the other two out as well, if you want." He turned his head to give her a stern look over his shoulder. "Do not go into my room yet. I want to see the look on your face for that one." He sent a good-natured wink her way.

A slight giggle escaped her lips as she shook her head and watched him walk away. He was a good-looking man. Ruggedly handsome with a square jaw, he had salt and pepper hair that was once brown with a matching goatee, and piercing brown eyes. She could get lost in those eyes, she thought to herself, as she gazed longingly like a schoolgirl with a crush watching him disappear into his office. She bit her bottom lip as she thought about his body. At six foot three inches tall, he had a medium build with muscles that could grab on and never let her go. The wetness between her thighs increased as she thought about being wrapped up in those arms.

She blinked and shook her head in shock. What the hell am I thinking!? He's over twice my age!! Not to mention he's daddy's friend. She walked into the room and allowed the beautifully decorated Water Tribe murals and ambiance to distract her from her thoughts.

Twenty minutes later, after hearing multiple gasps and excited exclamations coming from down the hall, Rig had a huge smile plastered on his face. She came back down the hall and knocked lightly on his open door. He looked up, the smile still present on his face. "If you'll allow me to guess, Water Tribe," he said, matter-of-factly.

She nodded. "In the end, I always come back to Katara." She shrugged. "She was always the glue that held them all together."

He sighed in understanding as he stood up. "Well, I suppose the only thing left to do now is to give you a sneak peek into my head. Are you ready to see my room now?"

Her face lit up in giddy excitement as she bounced up and down on the balls of her feet. "I can't wait! If it's even half as good as the other four rooms, I may pass out from overstimulation!"

He chuckled at her exuberance. "I'll be sure to stand behind you, then. Because, and I may be a bit biased, I think it's better." They started back down the hall towards his room. "Allow me to give you a hint at what you'll find. My room involves a different sort of Avatar." He winked as he put his hand on the door. "By the way, do you have a bed?" She shook her head in embarrassment. "No biggie. I'll take care of it. Ready?"

"Ohmigodohmigodohmigod!!" She practically vibrated. "If you keep teasing me I'm gonna piss on your floor!!"

He laughed, genuine laughter that he hadn't experienced in a good long while. He flourished as he opened the door, "Milady. Watch your step."

She walked in and her knees buckled. He caught her from behind, unintentionally cupping her breasts as she breathily muttered, almost too soft for him to hear, "I think I just had an orgasm."

He laughed again and his face flushed slightly at the feel of her soft mounds in his hands. Her nipples were suddenly rock hard in his palms. If she noticed where his hands were, she didn't comment on it. As he helped her to stand back up, he couldn't help but notice how fit her body felt in his hands; soft skin and hard muscles in all the right places. Feeling another flush come to his cheeks about where his mind just went, he released her.

What she saw she just could not believe. It was the Tree of Life from the movie Avatar. Well, not the actual tree, but the room was decorated as such that she was surrounded by the low-hanging lit branches...vines? She wasn't sure what they were called but it was essentially right out of the scene from the movie where Jake and Neytiri had made love. All four walls had been painted in such a way that made you feel surrounded by the tree.

Jasmine looked up and saw a twelve-foot ceiling that had what appeared to be small rope lights hanging down to mimic the vines from the tree. The floor was designed to be topographical in such a way that made it look like there were actual tree roots on the ground. The bed in the center of the back wall was designed to appear to grow right out of the floor. She stared open-mouthed at the biggest bed she'd ever seen. It must have been easily the size of two king-size beds put together wide and half again as long.

She continued to stare in awe as she turned to try and look at all four walls at once. She suddenly looked at him and grinned. "I changed my mind. I want this one." She joked.

He smiled wistfully at her. "Sorry. This one's mine." He winked. "You know, though," he reminisced, "Sky said the exact same thing when she first saw it. 'I think I just had an orgasm.' She loved it, as well." That grieved expression flashed briefly across his face.

"Alright, hop up on the bed and see if it's comfortable enough for you." She blushed in confusion. "Humor me, will you?" She did as he asked and after her head hit the pillow she sighed in rapture. "That's answer enough for me. Well, shall we go to lunch?" He motioned towards the door. "I promised you the b-"

"Waaait," she interrupted, chastising, holding her hand up with her palm out to him as she climbed off of the bed. "I haven't seen your bathroom yet." She winked, coyly.

"Oh," he started, "there's really nothing special about my bathroom. It's not any different from the main bathroom."

She looked disappointed. "Seriously?" She whined.

He nodded. "A exact mirror, actually." He clapped his hands and rubbed his palms together. "Ok, lunch. I'm starving!" He followed her back to the living room and, after grabbing his cell, locked up and led her to his pickup.

Before climbing in, she took a good long look at the house. It had a log cabin feel to it with a porch that ran the length of the front. Two tree-like columns framed the steps leading to the porch. She marveled at how big this house was. Rig noticed her taking it in, a calculating look on her face. "It's ten thousand square feet, and it all sits in the middle of three hundred acres of land," he said as he opened the door for her, noticing her blush a soft pink as he did so. He went back around and climbed in, starting the pickup and backing out of the drive.

The whole way to town he pointed out tidbits of random information along the way, noticing that she paid more attention to his local trivia than he expected her to. Once they arrived at the restaurant, they went inside to find that his usual table was available. He motioned her to sit and he went to the counter to order. After ordering he sat back down. "You like lemonade, right?"

She nodded. "Can I ask you a question?" She put her elbows up on the table.

"Um, sure." He replied, a note of suspicion in his tone.

"Why here?" She asked.

He shrugged with a playful twinkle in his eye. "I told you. The best burgers in the county."

She rolled her eyes. "Not here, the restaurant, you big oaf," she joked. "Here, the city. The area. What made you come up here?"

"Look around you," he answered. "Really look around, and not just here in the restaurant. Look around outside as we travel around and just take it all in. It's peaceful, isn't it? A little slice of heaven in a cruel world. The people don't let too much bother them here. They go about their lives as though the rest of the world doesn't exist.

I was driving through one day and I stopped to take a break. It was early enough and someone at the truck stop recommended I come downtown and check out the sights." He shrugged nonchalantly. "I fell in love with the place, and that, as they say, is that. What about you?" He asked as the food came. "Thanks, Delilah," he told the waitress as he turned back to Jasmine. "What made you decide on coming to school up here when there are so many great schools all over the country?"

It was her turn to shrug. "Honestly, I wanted to be far enough away from dad for it to be inconvenient for him to be looking over my shoulder all the time, yet close enough to get home quickly enough if something happened that wouldn't drain my bank account. Besides, the school may not be the best in the country, but it's still a great school." She took a bite of her burger and her eyes went wide in surprise as she chewed.

"Told you." He winked. "Best burger in the county. Boca burger in your case."

"Is this really a Boca burger??" She asked, astonished after she swallowed.

He looked at the burger he'd just taken a bite of and frowned. "Hmm. Looks like they might have been switched." She gasped and whimpered a bit and it looked like she was starting to turn a bit green. "I'm kidding!! I'm kidding. I'm sorry." He looked abashed. "That was a cruel joke and not at all funny."

Her breathing slowed as she fixed a mock glare at him. "Because I don't know you that well I won't knock your teeth out for that." She winked.

"Why, thank you kindly, ma'am," he said in a southern accent as he tipped an invisible hat. "I'm much obliged." She giggled and resumed her meal. When they had finished eating he took her to the local hardware store to get a spare key made for her, then headed back home.

He walked her to her car but before she could get in, he took hold of her hand. "I'm going grocery shopping in a bit. Anything in particular you'd like?"

She looked down at her hand in his and smiled, squeezing it slightly. "I'm addicted to cheese balls," she said, then blushed.

He grinned. "That's not very healthy, you know."

She shrugged. "I know. 'Better to be addicted to cheese balls than eight balls!' Dad always says when I berate myself about it."

He shook his head, chuckling. He got a far-away look in his eyes as he stared into hers. He suddenly pulled her in, kissing her softly on the lips. She stiffened for a brief moment then melted into the kiss. He pulled back and hugged her tight, kissing her temple. "Be safe, Sky," he whispered softly.

She blushed deeply. "That's the second time you've called me by her name," she whispered as she pulled back and looked into his beautiful brown eyes. Her arms were still wrapped tenderly around his neck.

His eyes went wide and his eyebrows shot up to his hairline as he stepped away from her. He blushed a deep red as his hands went out in front of him, as if to ward off an attack. "Oh, my god! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!!" He apologized profusely as tears filled his eyes. "I'm sorry," he said in a broken whisper as he fell to his knees and his arms fell to his sides. He started crying.

She rushed to him and pulled him into an embrace. "Shh," Jasmine said, trying to comfort him, pulling his head to her chest. "It's okay," she whispered as she started tenderly running her fingers through his hair. "It's okay. I promise," she cooed. He looked up at her with bloodshot, worried eyes. She fixed him with a warm smile. "I mean it," she reassured him as she cupped his cheeks. "It really is okay." She leaned down and placed a soft, tentative kiss on his lips.

He stiffened for a moment, his lips forming a thin, rigid line. Then he relaxed and returned her kiss. His hands slid up the sides of her legs and cupped her ass before coming to rest on either side of her waist. His breath quickened as he felt the softness of her velvety lips against his. He took a deep breath and his cock surged in anticipation as he took in her scent. It was flowery, with a hint of chocolate.