Finding Love on the Interstate

"Yep," Lachlan sighed as he shifted his hips to get a comfortable position on the bench seat.

"And I asked right after, 'What if I make the wrong choice?'"

"I believe I told you something like, 'Missy, the wrong choice can often lead to the right one. It's all part of the journey.'"

Laken was silent at that reply for a few seconds before responding, "Leaving home as I did was reckless and the wrong choice, Lachlan. Wolves almost ate me; you stopped that. But, as you said, I think it led to the right choice -- when I met you in Myrtle Beach, it became a part of my journey like Steinbeck's. Thank you for rescuing me."

Lachlan smiled in the darkness as the moonlight began to creep into the cab. "You're very welcome, Ms. Steinbeck."

Her remark helped ease some of the angst weighing down upon him. He breathed a sigh of relief at having eradicated the wolves running that phony salvation circus.

Somewhere in the middle of the night, Lachlan awoke to the sounds of stirring above him. Soft, light huffs filled the truck cabin. They were Laken's attempts to fight against making noises and maintain her breathing; they were largely unsuccessful. He recognized those seductive sounds.

"Trouble sleeping?" he asked softly. The unexpected words rang out like a six o'clock alarm and suddenly stopped her stirrings. Laken gasped.

"No, yes, maybe," Laken hissed as her hand wedged between her taunt thighs. They had been pushing her toward orgasm, and it felt too good to remove it from her wet slit. Being caught, though, killed the lustful wave emanating from her core.

"Sounded like you were ... halfway to heaven. Sorry I interrupted you."

"Me too," Laken's huffed softly.

"I ... could sure use one of those peeled cucumbers about now," she huffed, losing some of those shy teenage inhibitions after reading a third of the racy story about the granddaughter's adventures in her grandfather's vegetable garden.

The thoughts of the vegetable garden story she had started reading mixed with her vivid dreams of Lachlan taking her up in the berth as she slept on the ride to Atlanta. The unreal feelings stirred up by Lachlan's hands, his kisses, the nibbles of her nipples, and his long 'cucumber' thrusting into her pussy had flooded her mind in the wee hours of the morning. She needed relief to get past them. Those all had been dreams, vivid, yet only dreams.

Right now, caught between that flood of memories and the possibilities spun up by the book, it seemed so easy. Without vegetables, Laken made a choice ... fingers. It would have been easy for her to decide on a natural outcome had Lachlan not awakened.

'Grandpa,' Laken wondered, 'how would you have handled being discovered in such a compromising situation? I'm making my first big decision without your 1865 lucky silver dollar. It's neither heads nor tails. It's just me choosing to decide my own Fate.'

Lachlan heard rustling in the berth in those few quiet moments, followed by a giggle. He felt a pair of shorts drop down upon his chest, followed by a 'Be Happy' tee shirt. Then, a slender hand reached down from above to touch his chest.

"Lachlan," she whispered, as her fingers scrolled in search of his nipples, "You told me two could sleep comfortably up here."

"Yes, I did."

"Lachlan," she cooed as her fingertips slid past his navel, "Are all men's cucumbers the same size?"

"No, Laken. But I assure you mine will fit and help get you back on track to reach heaven's gate again."

"Then, what are you waiting for?" she whispered, more determined than ever.

Laken felt his hips lift while she stroked the bulge in his pants. His hands undid his belt, peeled down his zipper, and then he quickly slid out of his jeans. In another heartbeat, he was out of his shirt as well and rose to his knees. A light smirk crossed Laken's face in the darkness, knowing what would come next. She scooted back to allow room for him to lay with her.

His actions began with a gentle movement. One hand slid beneath her neck, and the other grazed her nipples as he kissed her soft, warm lips.

"I like how my breasts feel pressed against your warm, hairy chest. It's far nicer than feeling my hands touching myself while pretending they're yours. I can feel your heart pounding. It's beating as fast as mine," she whispered while exploring his pecs and feeling his roaming fingers.

Lachlan's experienced fingertips made slow circles around the outer ridges of those hardening nipples, just ever so lightly. They quickly peaked like firm strawberry nubbins.

"You sure you're not part wolf," she teased as her fingers threaded through the coarse hairs on his chest.

"Would a wolf bite like this?" he asked as he sucked in a lush nipple, held it between his incisors, and tugged upward until it popped out.

"Fuck, no," she gasped and added unevenly, "not that nice anyway. Jesus, Lachlan, I have two of those, you know?"

"Oh, God, you're driving me crazy," she hissed and shook as his fingernail scrolled across the most sensitive tip of her other nipple, then latched on to it with his teeth like -- a wolf.

It audibly heightened her breathing, deepening as her voice hitched. He expertly stroked in circles around and over the top of those puffy, moisture-coated nipples. His fingers sought her mouth and pressed. She opened, guessing that's what he wanted her to do. With moist fingertips, he returned to her nipples again. The new sensations of his slippery fingers roaming her body again shocked and jolted her nervous system as he repeated the circles. Changing his routine, he lightly burrowed his nail into the center of her nipple.

"Nice," she keened as he explored and bore down with his nail, imperceptibly wiggling it, sending electrical shockwaves coursing down to her slit. He felt her thighs and body tense in excitement beneath his meanderings.

She huffed in response. It sent another wave of pleasure radiating through her body -- like the shock of an ice cube applied to tease the senses. Her legs straightened and held as taunt as piano wire under his touch as her body tremored from his new movements.

Moaning, she begged, "Do the other one again!"

Her body reacted beneath those gentle movements as his hand shifted to cup the swell of her breasts. Those experienced fingers stroked downward in slow circles below her waist and around the outer lips of Laken's pouting labia, just ever so lightly. Dipping into her slit, he parted it with two fingers and lightly touched her clit with another, causing her to gasp again. She breathed in response until her lips sprung open with a low, seductive groan. It erupted sharply in a squeal as he circled her slickened firm bud.

Quickly, his lips sealed her squeal with a deep, passionate kiss while plunging a finger inside her wet and warm opening. It electrified her body, sending yet another surge flowing through her as he added a second finger to the first and stroked in and out. Lachlan swallowed her moan as she tried to cry out in pleasure under his urgent kiss.

The sealed kiss and his probing tongue enflamed her desire. Her hips bucked forward, seeking more contact with his hand as she writhed and squirmed beside him. He broke their kiss. Freed, she gasped for air. Her head reared backward as he continued forcefully pistoning into her slit. A paroxysm, a spastic tremor, rung out her body in a continuous wave of pleasure.

"Lachlan," she cried, gasping for air, "don't! Stop! Please!" Behind her closed eyelids, dazzling explosions flashed.

"Mother!" she cried, "I'm going blind, Lachlan!"

"Not blind, Laken, just images of sensory overload," he replied, still working her pussy.

"Fuck! My body is on fire. I can't breathe. Gotta stop!" Her breathing heaved, nearing the point of hyperventilation.

"Too much?" he whispered, slowing his pace.

Huffing for air, she cried out, "Give me a moment ... to come the fuck down ... Damn, I feel like I just ran twenty miles and ..." She couldn't finish the words as her body tremored again and then lapsed into a heap of quivering flesh.

Lachlan smiled in the darkness; two viscous-covered fingers inserted and paused were still in her slit. He had patience aplenty. It thrilled him that she was enjoying this so much that she had already come twice using a light approach. He kissed the corners of her lips, then slowly moved to her cheeks, gently kissing her throat and letting her come down and catch her breath for round two.

"Hum, that was very nice," Laken crooned as she inhaled and calmed down.

"Lachlan, your fingertips created an amazing ripple of pleasure that buzzed across my breast and made a beeline for my pussy! I've never felt that intensity before. I feel like the girl in the vegetable garden!" She lay still, regaining control over her electrified body.

"I think I'm ready," she whispered after respite as she grasped his fingers and eased them out of her slit.

Lachlan smiled. He was also ready, rolled onto his back, and raised her body on top of his. She lay prone over his entire length. Her breast pressed against his chest, and her legs splayed outside his hips. The tumescence of his cock pressed between her slit and her navel. Their lips touched again as he kissed her gently. Then pushed her up by the shoulders into a sitting position.

"Here," he said, "Take me in your hand and make it easier on you."

"I ... thought guys were supposed to ..." Puzzled, she began to question, then stopped. He had taken her hand as she straddled his thighs. He guided it until she felt her fingertips drag over the hardness of his cock, rising upward just in front of her sex. Lachlan released her hand. It became instinctual at that point. Laken grasped his stiff member and explored it with her fingers momentarily. She rocked it back and forth and felt it plow a furrow up and down her slick mons. It felt damn good. If felt ... great.

Grasping his cock firmly, Laken rose on her knees and wiggled his cock until its bulbous head contacted her opening. Slowly, she lowered herself, a little at a time, adjusting to the girth as it spread her wide. Gradually, she took more of him inside her. Her breathing became labored again, filling her with new sensations spreading within her core as her tummy tensed.

"Damn, Lachlan! So, this is what I've missed out on."

"Wait to you get the full experience," he panted, reaching up for her nipples again. Laken went into overdrive as her head reared back, and she began to rise and fall upon his cock with increasing fervor.

Her athletic frame rode him for a country mile, and when she flagged, he tweaked a nipple to spur her on.

"More," she moaned. So, he twisted both to comply as she bounced up and down.

"Mother, Fuck!" she yelled as the euphoria washed over her. Light-headed, her body fell upon his chest and heaved, struggling to regain her energy.

Lachlan wrapped his arms around her back and thrust into her, picking up the slack. He drove upward, forcefully, until he could no longer refrain from flipping her over. In one sweeping motion, she was beneath him.

"Go, Wolverines!" she called out in her delirium, the chant of her hometown team.

Lachlan rose on his forearms. She raised her knees like a butterfly's wings beside his hips and then splayed herself for him.

He tried to be gentle, but she grunted out, "I thought you were a wolf."

Lachlan let out a wolf-like howl and lunged into her in earnest. "Not a wolf, Laken, just a man who appreciates a woman who has learned to unleash her shyness and make the right decision."

The sense of a virginal conquest spurred him on, and with a series of sharp lunges and a final loud groan, Lachlan delivered on the ultimate sensation as his seed surged into her.

"Fuck me," she sighed contentedly. Laken was 'shakin',' as her old locker mate had observed before graduation. That was all the energy left in Laken's fully-exhausted body as she clung to Lachlan and fell asleep in his arms.

She had finally made a Fateful decision on her own. One that she had sought out as she slipped out of her hometown in the darkness of the night and began her sojourn like John Steinbeck and Charley and found out something about her country and self as she found love out on the Interstate highways.

Laken picked up other books to read along the way, like those tucked away in the back corners of truck stops, with the racy pictures of buxom half-dressed harlots and hot hunks on the covers. She read those aloud for Lachlan as he drove. And somewhere after dark each evening, they explored those fantasies until they reached and tasted the saltiness of the other ocean.

Laken became emboldened enough to act on those themes and gained greater confidence. Finally, she determined she no longer needed her grandfather's silver dollar to help make her decisions. She dropped it into the mailbox, addressed to her grandpa, with a note that she had grown wings and was soaring over that other ocean. Laken Ann Bly and Lachlan Murdock relived those amorous sexual themes up in that overhead berth of the bright-yellow Peterbilt as they traveled back and forth from coast to coast.

Twelve months later, Mr. and Mrs. Lachlan Murdock drove cross-country to Myrtle Beach in that bright yellow Peterbilt. Knocking on the front door of her former home, they introduced Mr. and Mrs. George Bly to their granddaughter, Katrine Anne.

And, yes, in case you are still wondering, the other ocean's water tasted as salty as the one at good old Myrtle Beach in South Carolina.

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