Daddy's Little Girl 
By Submissive Romantic  Submissiveromanticone(at)gmail(dot)com    Edited by Michael-Leonard 
This is the story of a lady trucker and the teenaged boy she rescues. But who really rescues whom?


Chapter 1

The low rumble of the engine increased in pitch, and then momentarily ceased, only to start over as the 
driver shifted into a higher gear. This occurred time and time again as the truck increased its speed, until 
it was comfortably cruising down the New Jersey Turnpike at sixty miles per hour. At four o'clock in the 
morning the traffic was pretty thin, just a few other trucks on the road heading south. It was still dark; 
probably two hours before dawn, she thought. 

Gail Brown was a trucker. She had been a trucker for almost half of her life. Her Dad had been a trucker. 
It was he who had taught her how to drive an eighteen-wheeler. In fact, this was her truck; the tractor, 
that is. She worked as a long-haul trucker for an oak furniture manufacturer located in Phoenix, Arizona. 
Each week she would drive her Kenworth cab from her home in the desert south of Phoenix to the 
company warehouse, pick up a loaded trailer, and drive to the east coast distribution center located in 
New Jersey. She would drop the trailer at the loading dock, then drive her cab around to the other side 
of the terminal and attach to a trailer loaded with oak boards brought in from North Carolina. After an 
overnight layover, she would begin the three and a half day trip back to Arizona.

Her father had first started with the company in the fifties and had helped set the route and the logistics 
for the company. Gail began coming along for the ride during the summer when she turned sixteen. It 
was a way for her to stay close with her Dad and to put as much distance as she could between her and 
her abusive mother. 

She thought about that as she approached the exit for the Pennsylvania Turnpike. Her Dad had married 
her Mom when they were both a year out of high school. Her Dad was a big man, about six three, with 
dark hair and eyes. Her Mom, on the other hand, was a petite natural blonde with blue eyes. They made 
a very attractive couple; in fact it was their looks and the sex that went with it, that was the basis for 
their marriage. They had very little else in common. Dad was a go-getter; while not highly intelligent, he 
was very street-smart, with a sharp business mind. Her Mom had made it through life on her looks. She 
was to put it bluntly, a dumb blond. 

Gail Brown was a combination of the two. Unfortunately, she didn't get the best of her parents; her 
genes were all scrambled together. She resembled her father in looks, and had her mother's brain when 
it came to school work. She did, however, inherit her father's keen business and common sense. 
Physically she was impressive. She stood six-feet-two and weighted one hundred eighty pounds. She 
was broad shouldered and had thick arms, a twenty-four inch waist and slim hips, with a tight butt. Her 
breasts were not large, but sat high on her forty-two inch chest. She was not an ugly woman; she just 
looked and acted more like a man. That was what her mother resented the most. She had wanted a 
pretty daughter to be her girlfriend; what she got was a tomboy who could care less about boys, pretty 
dresses and girl talk. She wanted to be strong like her father, and she was willing to compete with the 
boys at all levels. They were constantly at each other's throats. 

When Gail was seventeen, just before the beginning of her senior year, she and her father came home 
from one of the cross-country runs to find the house all but empty. Mom had taken all her clothes and 
anything else that she liked and walked out. A note was left on the table basically telling them both to 
kiss off; she was leaving to live with her new boyfriend.

Her Dad was devastated; Gail could have cared less. She took care of him for a week, and then insisted 
that he go back to work, that she would be fine by herself. She would finish her senior year and 
graduate. They both knew that she would not be going to college, but when she announced that she 
wanted to be a trucker just like him, her Dad refused. At dinner that night, she explained that if she 
learned to drive the truck, they could cut at least a day out of each leg of the trip and that they could 
spend more time together at home. He saw the logic in that, so he agreed to teach her how to drive the 
big rig. 

She qualified to drive the truck a month later, got her operator's license and soon was taking the night 
shifts, allowing her Dad to sleep in the berth behind the cab. Her Dad showed her how he exercised each 
morning and night. He had attached two hooks to the front bumper of the cab. He would attach long 
rubber exercise bands and do curls, bench presses, military presses and would shadow box with his back 
to the truck extending each arm as if throwing punches. Gail would copy each movement until she 
reached her limit. Soon, they were doing the same amount of each exercise. It was clear that she was his 
daughter.

In fact that was her CB handle: Daddy's Little Girl. If only the truckers out there knew what she looked 
like, they'd have cleaned up their chatter over the radio when she was driving.

Life was good for the both of them. In fact, because they had longer periods of time being home, Dad 
was able to go out again. He met a recently divorced woman and began to date again. Gail had not seen 
her Dad this happy in years. 

Then tragedy struck. One evening while they were home between runs, her Dad suffered a massive 
stroke and died. Gail was twenty-two years old and for all intents was an orphan. Her Dad's life 
insurance from the company paid for funeral expenses and left her with enough money to live on for a 
while if she chose to give up truck driving. The day after the funeral, however, she walked in to the 
company and spoke with the owner. She assured him that she could continue doing the job that her 
father had done. She explained that she had shared the driving duties with her father for the last four 
years and was more than capable of handling the job. Because of his long friendship with her father, he 
hired her on the spot.

"Thank you, Mr. McGuire, I won't let you down."

That was five years ago.


Chapter 2

"That little squirt is worth half a million dollars. That money should be ours and I want it. According to 
the trust agreement set up by your grandfather, if anything happens to that kid before he turns twenty- 
one, the trust is terminated and the money is yours. All we have to do is kill him, make it look like an 
accident, and we're half a million dollars richer."

"I don't know Dave, he's my little brother."

"Karen, who cares, you never liked him anyway. That old man screwed you by only leaving you a 
thousand bucks out of his estate. As the oldest child you should have gotten the money, not him. We'll 
kill the kid, stick his body in the car, drive him out to the desert and then put him behind the wheel and 
let the car drive off the road into an arroyo, and set the car on fire. The only way they will be able to 
identify the kid is from his dental records."

Billy had heard enough; he had to get out of there that night before his sister and that crazy boyfriend of 
hers could kill him. But where would he go. He had just turned seventeen; he had no money and had no 
proof of what he had heard. He had come here to live with his sister after his Mom had died. He didn't 
know why his grandfather had left all his money to him. He could only assume that his sister must have 
done something pretty bad to tick him off that much.

That night, after his sister was asleep, he snuck out to the kitchen with a duffle bag full of his clothes, 
took whatever money he had along with any money he could find in the grocery food jar and left. By 
four a.m. he had walked about ten miles. His goal was to get as far away as possible, stand by the on-
ramp for Interstate 17 and catch a ride anywhere. As he was walking along a deserted road, he could see 
a small house in the middle of nowhere. On the side of the house was a large truck. Suddenly, the truck 
roared to life. The driver jumped out of the truck and walked back into the house.

"Here's my chance," he thought, and ran to the truck, peered in, saw the entrance into the sleeping 
berth and climbed in and hid himself as best he could. He held his breath as the driver got back in a few 
minutes later and drove off. They only drove for what seemed like about fifteen minutes or so when he 
felt the truck pull off the road. The driver maneuvered the truck backward until he felt a bump and a 
loud bang; then the driver got out of the cab again. Billy peeked through the curtain that separated the 
berth from the driver's compartment. They were in some sort of warehouse parking lot. He could see 
several trailers parked in the lot.

'He must be picking up a trailer,' Billy thought.

Suddenly, he heard the door begin to open. He was able to close the curtain just before the driver 
climbed back into the cab. Then, with a toot of the air horn, the truck started out of the lot and onto the 
road. Billy had no idea where they were headed; all he knew was that it couldn't be far enough from his 
sister Karen and Dave. He had enough space on the driver's side of the cab, to look around the curtain. 
When he saw that they were heading on to Interstate 17, he settled himself down to rest.

He must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he knew they were pulling off the highway and into a 
truck stop. The driver got out, started the diesel pump, and headed to the store. Billy looked out of the 
cab, and watched him as he walked away. There was something odd about his walk, Billy noticed, but he 
couldn't figure out what it was. He settled back into the berth, waiting for the driver to return. He heard 
the driver top off the tanks, replace the nozzle, and get back into the cab. With a roar, the truck started, 
and headed back to the Interstate. After an hour or so of driving, Billy started to panic. He had to pee. 
He fought down the urge, but knew that at some point he'd have to get out of the truck to take a leak. 
As he twisted his body, trying to get comfortable, he kicked something at the foot of the berth. It fell 
over with a loud bang.

"What the fuck was that?" he heard from the driver's seat. It was a low, husky voice, but was definitely a 
woman's voice. That's what was different about the walk he thought. Then he felt the truck pull to the 
side off the road and stop. He was trapped. Suddenly the curtain flew back.

"Who the fuck are you and how did you get into my truck?" she said as she grabbed him by the shirt and 
pulled him out of the berth and into the passenger seat. He looked through the window, contemplating 
whether or not to try to run. They were in the middle of nowhere, there wasn't a structure to be seen 
anywhere.

"Please they're going to kill me; I had to run. I climbed into the cab when you got out by your house. 
Please don't hurt me."

"I'm not going to hurt you. Tell me your name."

"Billy, Billy Young."

"Ok Billy, who is trying to kill you?"

"My sister and her boyfriend."

"Why?"

"For the money in my trust fund; I have to get away."

"Why not go to the police."

"I have no proof; it would just be my word against theirs."

"Ok Billy, relax; you can ride with me as far as you want," she said after looking him over. Physically, he 
would impose no threat against her. He looked like he was about five-six and weighed about one 
hundred and thirty pounds. He seemed genuinely frightened and in need of some help.

"Is it alright if I jump out and take a piss; I really have to go badly?"

"Sure, go ahead," she said with a laugh, "I promise not to look."

With that he opened the door, jumped out and relieved himself. He climbed back into the cab and 
closed the door. 

"Feel better?"

"Much better, thanks."

With that she pulled the truck back onto the road and they headed north towards Flagstaff.


Chapter 3

They drove in silence up to Flagstaff where they got onto Interstate 40 heading east. All the time they 
were driving she could feel his eyes on her, assessing her. 

"So, what do you think, can I handle this rig?"

"What, I'm sorry I wasn't listening."

"I know you've been starting at me for the last fifty miles or so."

"I'm sorry, that wasn't why I was staring."

"Then why were you staring?"

He was slow to respond.

"Well, answer me."

"I find you very attractive; sexy."

"Then you need new glasses. I'm plain, not very feminine and I'm old enough to be your' older sister."

"That's only partially true. To me you're very attractive, and you obviously are very strong which is a real 
turn on for me and you may be older than me but I'll bet you're at the height of your sexuality."

"Wow, you really are a silver-tongued stud aren't you? I bet you have all the girls at school wrapped 
around your little finger."

"Actually, I'm a virgin; I don't relate to girls very well. I've never even kissed a girl before. But I have read 
everything I could get my hands on about sex. So I am prepared if I ever meet the right woman."

"Ok, Ok; I'm sorry I asked." We're going to stop at a truck stop outside of Winslow, and get something to 
eat. Ok with you?

"Sounds good to me."

Once we got underway again, I found out more about Billy. He had just turned seventeen and had 
already graduated from high school.

"Billy, you must be really smart if you've already graduated. Did you skip a grade?"

"Actually it was two grades. I guess I'm smart; schoolwork is just too easy for me. I have to push my 
teachers to give me more complex stuff to read and to do. I've been accepted into the University of 
Arizona. I start in the fall, if I survive until then."

"Don't you worry about that, as long as you're with me no one is going to do you any harm."

We sat in silence for a few miles and then I said:

"It must have been tough on you emotionally being so much younger than the rest of the kids in your 
class. They must have been awfully mean to you, especially when you were younger."

"Yeah, when I was younger they used to resent the fact that my grades were always better than theirs. 
They were so much bigger than me that they used to push me around, take my lunch money, and even 
lock me in my locker."

"That's terrible, didn't your parents complain?"

"My parents were divorced when I was ten. My Mom died when I was fifteen. I moved in with my older 
sister, who never really gave a crap about what happened to me. I planned on staying at college as much 
as possible. Enough about me tell me about you."

"Well, there's not that much to tell. My Mom left home when I was seventeen, while my Dad and I were 
on a cross-country trip. I graduated from high school and had my Dad teach me how to drive this baby. 
When he died, I took over the route; and have been doing it for the last five years."

"I'm sorry about your Dad."

"Thanks, I really miss him sometimes."

"How did you get so muscular, if you don't mind my asking?"

"I grew up as a tomboy, much to my mother's dismay. I idolized my Dad. I used to watch him workout 
with the weights that were in the back room. When he was out on the road I'd sneak downstairs and 
imitate what I saw him do. As I got older, I got a lot bigger and a lot stronger. In a way, I grew up the 
same as you did. I was different from the other girls in my class. I was the tallest in my class and I acted 
more like a boy than a girl. The girls used to say nasty things about me when they thought I wasn't 
listening. I never had any friends. I wasn't pretty or sexy. I had one date in high school. A boy from the 
football and basketball teams asked me out, everything was going fine; I thought he really liked me, and 
then he tried to get me to take off my clothes. When I said no, he tried to force himself on me. That was 
a big mistake. As he began to unfasten his jeans he had to let go of my hands. I hauled off on him with 
all my strength. I left him there in the car, out cold. I saw him the next day in school; he was telling the 
guys that he got into a fight with another guy. I walked up to him, got right up in his face, and yelled: 'If 
you ever try that again, I'll blacken your other eye!' Soon the whole school knew I was the one that beat 
him up and why. After that, none of the boys wanted to go out with me, so I became a loner. 

"We're almost to Winslow; what do you want to eat?"

"I don't know, how about a bacon and egg sandwich?"

"Ok, you got it."

I reached over to the CB and dialed in channel 10.

Hey, 'Short Stack,' you got your ears on? This is 'Daddy's Little Girl'. I'm about fifteen minutes out. Put 
on a bacon and egg on a roll and my usual."

"You got it, that all for you?"

"No, I've got a young man with me."

"It's about time; 10-4."

"Who was that," Billy asked?

"That was 'Short Stack'; he's the cook at the truck stop where we're going to have breakfast."

"Wow, that's so cool; you can place your order ahead of time."

"Yeah, it saves time especially when I get something to go if I'm behind on my run."

Fifteen minutes later we were pulling off the Interstate and into the truck stop. 

"Come on, let's go eat."


Chapter 4

Billy jumped out of the truck and walked around it heading for the entrance. As he came around the 
front of the truck, he stopped short. There in front of him was the biggest woman he had ever seen.

Gail was dressed in a pair of jeans, a tee-shirt, a denim jacket and western boots, and her brown hair 
was tied in a ponytail. 

She saw the look of shock wash over his face; then she saw something else: lust. This teenager had it 
exceedingly bad. His hormones must really be working overtime, she thought.

"Come on let's go," she said taking him by the arm and leading him into the place.

"Hey, Gail good to see you; who's your friend?" said the waitress as they made their way to a booth in 
the back.

"This is Billy; he's going to be making this run with me."

"Hi Billy, nice to meet you; Gail you got your order in already?"

"What are you going to drink, Billy?"

"Milk"

"OK, one milk and one coffee."

"Wow they really know you here."

"They should, I've been stopping here at least once a week for the last seven years."

The waitress brought out my usual, steak and two egg whites, and Billy's bacon and egg on a roll. We 
ate, and over a second cup of coffee, we continued our conversation about high school and growing up 
different. I looked at the clock and announced,

"OK, break is over; let's get out of here."

I grabbed the check. I saw Billy reach into his pocket and pull out a small hand full of bills.

"Put your money away, the meal is on me."

"I can't let you pay for my meals, that's not fair."

"First of all, I'll decide what's fair. Which one of us is working and getting paid and which one of us needs 
to hold onto as much of his money as he can? Besides, I'm really beginning to enjoy our time together. I 
miss riding with someone."

It was beginning to get hot, so I took off my jacket before reaching the truck. I think I almost gave Billy a 
heart attack; he was staring at my chest and arms and almost walked into the side of the truck that was 
parked next to mine. I laughed to myself.

'This just keeps getting better and better,' I thought. 'I've never had this effect on a man before.'

It was really doing my ego good.

We climbed into the truck, started up, and pulled back onto the Interstate. 

"OK, next stop, Albuquerque, New Mexico."

Driving an eighteen-wheeler is not difficult. It takes a little practice before you can steer one handed and 
work a dual, 6,4 shifter and clutch without missing a shift and grinding the gears, but once you get used 
to it there's nothing like the feel of all that power at your control. It also doesn't hurt to have a good 
deal of upper body strength. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Billy staring at my arms. Every once 
in a while I'd flex my muscles just to give him a thrill. I don't wear a bra when I'm out on the road. I really 
don't need one for support; my B-cups are really firm. My nipples are only evident when I get excited or 
if they get cold; with the A/C on now, I was both. When he didn't think I was looking, Billy would rub his 
cock through his jeans. I was so tempted to reach over and help him; but I didn't want to scare him.

The ride was uneventful; traffic was light. About five miles outside of Albuquerque, I pulled off I-40 and 
into a truck stop for lunch. It was about one o'clock, and we were making good time. After a trip to 
bathrooms, we had a quick lunch and then it was back on the road.

"Our next stop won't be for about four and a half hours. We're headed for Amarillo, Texas. Depending 
on traffic, we should be getting there around six o'clock. We'll have dinner there and spend the night at 
an all-night truck stop."

I could see the wheels turning in his head. There were two of us and only one berth; a hint of a smile 
crept onto his face.


Chapter 5

We pulled into the truck stop at about 6:00, parked in the back of the lot, and walked over to the 
restaurant entrance of the building. When the waitress brought out menus, she gave us a smile, then a 
wink and a nod to me. I looked over at Billy, I could tell something was bothering him, and I was pretty 
sure I knew what it was.

"Don't worry Billy, I told you I'm paying for the meals on this trip."

"I don't feel right about you doing that."

"First of all, I'm helping you, this is the way I can; secondly, I'm bigger than you so you have no choice."

"I could refuse to eat."

"That's up to you, but you'd be missing out on some really good food and from the looks of you, you 
can't afford to miss too many meals. Please Billy, let's not argue about this, just let me help you, you'll 
be able to pay me back someday, I'm sure of it."

We had a great chicken dinner, with baked potatoes and mixed vegetables and unsweetened iced teas.

Our conversation came easily, as if we were old friends. Soon, however, I knew it was time to get back to 
the truck. The sun was going down and I wanted to inspect the truck before it got dark. Once I assured 
myself that everything was ok, I walked over to the storage bin and pulled out my exercise bands.

"What are those," Billy asked?

"Exercise bands. My Dad taught me this a long time ago. A set of free weights would be too bulky and 
heavy to store on the rig; so he came up with these bands. They hook onto the truck right over here; you 
grab them like this and do your workout as if you were lifting weights. The greater the number of bands, 
the greater the resistance, it's like lifting heavier weights. Watch."

I started with my curls, three sets of twelve. I watched Billy's eyes; they were glued to my biceps, which 
with each curl, ballooned to the size of softballs. My arms are thick, even at rest they measure almost 
fourteen inches, when they're pumped up, I've measured them at sixteen and a half. Billy was really 
enjoying the show. I looked down and could see that he had a hard on which was impressive for such a 
small guy.

"You want to try?" I said, knowing that I was adding fuel to the fire.

He took the handles and managed to do one curl, before the resistance over powered him.

"Holy shit, you must be really strong."

"I've been doing it a long time; you could get stronger if you practiced."

I attached a second band and did another two sets and part of a third before I reached my limit. I 
disconnected one of the bands and kneeling with my back to the truck I began to do butterflies. I 
thought Billy's eyes would pop out of their sockets when he watched my chest expand. My shirt was 
stretched skin tight, giving him a great view of my tits and nipples. I forgot that I wasn't alone like I 
usually am when I do this; I didn't mean to give him a free show, but now that I had it was getting me 
excited knowing that I was turning him on. After three sets, I got up and did my military presses. When I 
was done, I looked over at him and said,

"Ok, that's done, get a change of underwear and let's go in and grab a shower."

"What, me and you, in the shower'?"

"Not together silly, they have separate locker rooms and showers for rent."

For a couple of bucks each we had a nice hot shower and a towel. Afterwards, we walked back to the 
truck. The tension started to build. How were we going to sleep or even change our clothes for the 
night?

"Billy, we have to sleep together in the back."

"I could sleep here in the cab."

"No, you'll sleep with me. Let me go in first and get everything set up; when I'm done I'll let you know. I 
suggest that you remove your pants and shirt and sleep in your underwear, that's what I do."

That said, I crawled back into the berth, took off my boots, my jeans, and was about to remove my tee- 
shirt when I realized that I would be not be alone. I left the shirt on, opened the air vents to the berth, 
climbed under the blanket, and called out to Billy.

"OK Billy, take off your sneakers and outer clothes and crawl into the berth. I have my back turned."

I heard the rustling of clothes as he complied; then felt him crawl into the bed with me, and turn facing 
away from me.

"There, that's not so bad. Good night Billy; get a good night's sleep, we start out at sunrise."

"Good night Gail; thank you for everything."

Although this was something new for the both of us I'm sure, I soon heard Billy's breathing become slow 
and shallow; shortly thereafter, I too fell asleep. 

I was having a very nice dream, when I suddenly I became aware of someone else in the bed. Billy had 
rolled over during the night and had cuddled up to me. The desert gets cool at night and he must have 
gotten cold. His arm was thrown over my body, his hand resting on my tit. He must have been having an 
even better dream than I was, because I could feel his stiff cock between my ass cheeks. Every once in a 
while, he would mumble something that I couldn't understand; then he said my name clear as day. This 
little seventeen year-old was having an erotic dream about me' and the thought of that was turning me 
on. I slipped my hand down to my pussy and slowly and gently began to massage my clit. Soon I felt a 
small orgasm wash over me. With a sigh, I relaxed and fell back to sleep.

 
Chapter 6

In the morning, I awoke as I normally do, at about 5:00. The sun was just beginning to rise. Billy was still 
in the same position as before. He must have sensed my morning stretch because he awoke realized 
where his hand was and yanked it away.

"Gail, I'm so sorry, I didn't know."

"Don't worry about; I sort of enjoyed waking up that way. Go out and get dressed; I'll be out shortly."

He crawled back to the front seat, got his sneakers and clothes, and jumped out of the cab to dress. I 
reached over and grabbed my jeans, pulled them on, changed my tee-shirt, and pulled on my boots. I 
grabbed my jacket, opened the berth door, and climbed down to the ground. 

"I'm going to get myself some coffee to go, do you want anything to drink?

"Can you get me a coke?"

"No problem"

Soon I was back; we climbed into the cab, started her up and headed back onto the Interstate. We 
would stop for breakfast just outside of Clinton, Oklahoma. At 5:30 in the morning, there was almost no 
traffic, other than the occasional eighteen-wheeler. If I had been by myself, I'd have been on the CB 
talking with my fellow truckers; but with Billy here, I had tuned to channel 19, listening for any alerts. It 
was quiet in the cab, each of us buried in thought. I couldn't tell you what he was thinking about, but I 
was thinking about how nice it was having a young man sharing my bed, and thinking that it was about 
time that I lost my virginity. Around eight'thirty, we pulled off the highway and into the truck stop. 
There were quite a few other trucks parked, their drivers apparently having breakfast inside. 

As we entered the dinner, I spotted several truckers that I knew from being on this route for so long. 

As we were being led to our booth, one of the guys yelled over,

"Hey Gail, how you doing?"

"Fine Gus, everything is good, how about you?"

"Feeling old; maybe I'll retire next year."

"Gus, you've been retiring next year ever since I first met you back when I was riding with my Daddy."

We all laughed, and then Billy and I sat down and looked over the menu. We placed our orders and 
settled back into some light conversation, when a guy walked up to the table. I had seen him before. He 
was a little weasel, who thought he was a lady's man. 

"Hey Babe, don't ya think this boy's a little small? I say throw him back and come sit with a real man; 
maybe we can get to know each other a whole lot better."

"That boy as you call him is a whole lot more of a man than you'll ever be," I replied, already sliding my 
way out of the booth.

"Who, him?" and he pushed Billy's shoulder.

"You lay a hand on him again and I will break off your arm and beat you with it." 

At this point I was already on my feet, my fists clenched and ready to fight. He looked up at me; I had at 
least four inches and thirty pounds on him.

"Whoa, Darlin, I meant no harm."

"Yeah, right. Just get your ass back to your seat and let us enjoy our breakfast."

When he left, Billy whispered, "Thanks, you were awesome. I'm used to getting picked on so it doesn't 
really bother me that much. Would you really have fought him to protect me?"

"Absolutely."

Just then our waitress brought out our breakfast.

"Your breakfast is on the house; Joe back in the kitchen has been waiting for someone to put that 
loudmouth in his place for some time now. Maybe he'll show us waitresses a little more respect from 
now on."

"You tell Joe thank you for us."

When we finished our breakfast, we got up and left, but not before I threw down a ten for our waitress.

On the walk out to the truck, I kept watch, looking for any signs of trouble. Just before we got there, 
Billy put his hand on my shoulder, pulled me down and kissed me sweetly on the cheek. 

"Thank you."

He ran around the other side of the truck and climbed in. It took all my will power to keep from dragging 
him back into the berth and having my way with him.


Chapter 7

We headed back onto I-40. The next leg of the trip was always one of the longest and most boring. We 
would be heading to Joplin, Missouri, five hours away. 

After an hour of driving we reached Oklahoma City, there we switched to I-44 heading northeast. There 
is absolutely nothing of interest to look at on this stretch of the road. Billy and I talked about his plans 
for the future. He had received a full scholarship to the University of Arizona. He planned on entering 
their Geosciences program. I'm afraid my eyes glazed over as he described in detail what he planned on 
concentrating in and its importance to life on this planet. The more he talked the more I realized how 
intelligent he was and how dumb I was. 

"Whoa, Billy; that's sounds great, but I'm afraid it's a lot more than my little mind can comprehend. I 
guess I'm just a dumb truck driver."

"Don't you ever say that again. You may not have the education I've had, but I'm sure you have a lot 
more common sense and practical experience than I have. I'm sorry, Gail; sometimes I just get carried 
away. I'm really excited about going to college."

"Billy, I was just thinking that at some point you're going to have to go to the police and tell them your 
story; even if you have no proof. Your sister and her boy friend are bound to be watching for you to 
enroll at U of A; you'll need someone watching them. Maybe the police can protect you."

"I don't want to think about that right now. I'm having too much fun right now being with you. You are 
the most interesting person I've ever met. I really like you, a lot."

"And I like you, too. You're the sweetest and kindest person I've had the pleasure to meet."

With that we settle back into our own little worlds, the silence was not uncomfortable at all. 

Before we knew it we were seeing signs for Joplin. It was a little after one-thirty. 

"Billy, I don't know about you but my stomach is growling and I could really use a pit stop as well. What 
do you say we pull into the next truck stop?" I knew we were about five miles from one of my favorite 
stops, but I wanted Billy to make the call.

"OK Gail, you're the boss. I could use a break as well." 

 We pulled off the Interstate and pulled into the parking lot of a small little dinner called Alice's 
Restaurant. I'm sure Billy was having second thoughts as we climbed down from the cab and walked 
across the lot to the entrance of the small, run down building. When we walked in the door, the smell of 
freshly baked pies filled our nostrils. We approached the counter, we appeared to be the only patrons; it 
was, after all, almost two o'clock.

"What does a girl have to do to get service around here?" I shouted.

>>From inside the kitchen we heard a voice.

"Keep your panties on, I'll be right out." 

Then a woman dressed in overalls and a baseball cap walked out of the kitchen, she was carrying two 
freshly baked pies in one hand' which she almost dropped when she recognized me.

"Gail, how the hell are you, little one?"

She was one of the few women who could call me that. She stood six and a half feet tall and weighed 
close to three hundred pounds. It was said that at one time she was one of the strongest women in the 
world. That was a long time ago; now she was just huge. She came up to me, put me into a bear hug and 
squeezed, lifting me completely off my feet.

She put me back down. When I could finally breathe again I said,

"It's good to see you, too. How you doing?"

"I'm doing OK for an old lady."

Then she spotted Billy. After a questioning look, she smiled and stuck out her hand.

"Billy this is Alice; Alice this is Billy. Alice has been like a mother to me ever since my Dad introduced us."

"I'm pleased to meet you Billy; any friend of Gail's is a friend of mine."
Alice took Billy's hand; it looked lost as she gently shook it. I think Billy was just grateful that he got his 
hand back in one piece.

"What can I get for you?"

"Billy, you like meat loaf?" I asked.

He nodded his head.

"Good. We'll take two meat loaf sandwiches and two sides of mashed potatoes with gravy. Billy, you 
haven't lived until you've tasted her meat loaf and gravy."

We sat down at a booth while Alice went to get our food. "Alice was passing through here with the 
circus back in the Sixties; she was the circus 'strong man'. After the performance one evening, a man 
came up to her and asked her to go out with him. She fell head over heels in love with him. He was the 
owner of this diner. She quit the circus and stayed here with him. When he died about ten years ago, 
she took over running the place."

Alice came back out of the kitchen with their meals. The sandwich consisted of a long hero roll, with a 
slice of meatloaf about three inches thick, and gravy dripping down both sides. A huge scoop of mashed 
potatoes was served on the side with a pond of gravy in the center. 

"A meal fit for a king." 

"Gail, how do you stay so slim after eating all this?" Billy laughed.

Alice gave him his answer. "It's because of all the muscle she has. By working out like she does, her body 
burns off about twice the amount of calories that an average woman would."

"Well, if I keep eating like this, I'm not going to fit into my clothes soon." 

"Don't worry about that; Billy, I'm sure Gail will figure out how to get you to burn off what you eat."

I almost chocked on what I had in my mouth. Alice just smiled and winked and went back to the kitchen.

"Gail, this is fantastic. You may have to carry me back to the truck."

"I can handle that."

We finished up and said our goodbyes to Alice.

When we got outside the door, I scooped him off his feet and carried him out to the truck. 

"Hey, I was only kidding before,' Billy said with a laugh.

"I know, but I couldn't resist."


Chapter 8

Kirkwood, Missouri was our next and final stop for the day. We would be traveling about 270 miles in 
little under four and a half hours. I had a lot on my mind and the long drive would allow me time to sort 
it all out. Here I was, driving cross-country, with a seventeen year-old boy. A young man almost ten 
years younger than me, and yet I was beginning to have feelings for him. He was nothing like anyone I'd 
ever met before. He was sweet, kind, gentle and exceptionally smart. Na#ve to the ways of the real 
world, his life had been centered on school. 

But who was I; a social outcast, a female trucker with no friends, just acquaintances. I was a woman in a 
man's body, doing a predominantly man's job, and I was doing it by choice. When I had first started out 
with my father, I had dreams of meeting a strong dominant man, who would sweep me off my feet; 
someone to be in charge. After five years on my own, making my own choices, living my life the way I 
wanted to, that man was no longer the man of my dreams. Now I dreamed of meeting someone who 
was not intimidated by my strength, but accepted it; someone who could deal with me being in charge, 
making decisions, giving me his opinions and not orders.

I looked over at Billy and thought, 'Could you be that type of man? I know you are aroused by my 
physical strength, but could you deal with me being the one in charge of our lives. You're only 
seventeen; could you fall in love with an older woman like me? Maybe, maybe not, but I think at the 
very least we could help each other experience the physical side of love. I really want to be with a man, 
experience the feelings of making love to someone for the first time, knowing that person is 
experiencing the same feelings for the first time as well. Could I seduce him? Would that be even 
necessary; after all he's a teenage virgin; or would he be repulsed at the thought of being with me? 
Maybe I should just ask him?'

All these thoughts were going through my head as we headed down the Interstate. Finally, I couldn't 
hold it in any more.

"Billy, could I ask you a question?

"Sure, Gail, anything."

"Billy, could you; I mean would you; I mean, '"[this hesitation is uncharacteristic of her]

"Gail, just let it out."

"Billy, would you like to make love to me?"

He sat there, in silence, with a stunned look on his face. 'I blew it; he doesn't like me.'

"Gail, I don't know what to say. I've been sitting here fantasying about you for the last two days, 
knowing that you are a mature woman and I'm just a teenager. I never dreamed that you would actually 
want a little guy like me. I pictured you with a football player or a huge bodybuilder. How could I ever 
hope to compete with someone like that?"

"You wouldn't have to. That's not the kind of man I want. I need someone like you; someone tender and 
sweet; someone who could be gentle and kind."

"But, I'm a virgin. I've never done it before."

"Neither have I; we would be sharing all new feelings together."

"Gail, if you're sure; then my answer is yes, I would love to make love with you more than anything else 
in the world."

We sat in silence for a few miles.

"Where, Gail, in the back of the cab?"

"No, I want this to be special for the both of us. When we reach Kirkwood, there's a Quality Inn motel 
where I can park the truck and we can get a room for the night. There's even a fast food place next door 
for a quick bite to eat before we retire for the evening."

"That sounds perfect."

"Not perfect, but it will have to do."

"Gail, what about protection?"

"You're so sweet for asking, I've been on the pill since I started out driving with my father. My period 
was always erratic and I needed to stabilize it for the long hauls we were doing, so he got me to a doctor 
who prescribed the pill for me."

I think I drove just a little faster than normal after that. I was also planning just how I was going to make 
this special for the both of us.

We reached the town of Kirkwood at just about seven o'clock in the evening. I pulled off the Interstate 
and into the diesel stop. I filled both tanks and did a quick safety check of the truck, then went inside to 
pay. I drove about a mile up the road and parked the truck in the back parking lot of the motel. We got 
down from the cab, walked across the lot and into the lobby of the motel. I'm not sure what the guy at 
the desk was thinking when I asked for a room. He looked me up and down, then Billy, and then back to 
me. I gave him my credit card saying,

"We'll be checking out early tomorrow morning, about 5:30, will the breakfast room be open?"

"Not for breakfast; but there will be coffee available by 5:00."

"OK, that will do. Please charge the room to my card. We won't be making any additional charges to the 
room."

With a smile, he ran my card and handed me the slip and the key.

"Room 152 around the back, first floor; have a good night."

Billy surprised me replying, "We plan to."

We walked out arm in arm, laughing.

We crossed the parking lot, and walked next door to the Arby's. It wasn't gourmet food, but it was hot, 
tasty and the place was clean. Neither of us really wanted to linger over a big meal. We finished quickly 
and left, walking back to the truck.

"Get your bag and head over to the room," I said. "Grab yourself a hot shower; I want that body of yours 
nice and clean. I'm going to stay here and do my work out, then I'll take a shower as well."

I leaned over and gave him a kiss.

I worked out hard, with a definite purpose in mind. I wanted to have my muscles pumped to their 
maximum when I got out of the shower and walked into the room. I worked out for about an hour, then 
grabbed my bag out of the truck and walked over to room 152. I knocked on the door. After checking 
that it was me, Billy opened the door. He was in his boxers; he was obviously watching the television 
from the comfort of the bed. 

"Give me about twenty minutes to shower and freshen up. I'll make sure you won't regret the waiting."

I took a quick shower; making sure that all my parts were clean. I also shaved my legs, armpits and my 
pussy, which I do on a regular basis. All the time I was thinking, 'I'm really going to do this.'

Then after one last look in the mirror, I opened the door and walked into the room, naked. I went 
directly to the television and shut it off. I turned and stood at the foot of the bed with my hands on my 
hips and my muscles flexed. 

"Well, was it worth the wait?"

"My god, you're magnificent," Billy said, his cock already straining to be released from his shorts.

I crawled up onto the bed, like a big cat on the hunt. 

"These have got to go."

I grabbed his boxers and tugged them off his body. His cock, slapped his stomach after it was freed. Now 
it was my turn to be awed. His cock was beautiful; about seven inches in length and an inch and a half in 
diameter. The head was large and was already damp with precum. I watched as it twitched with every 
beat of his heart. On his practically petite body, it looked almost obscene. I was having second thoughts, 
could I handle something that big? 

"Gail, lie down and relax."

I did as he asked; for right now at least he was the master and I was the student. He kissed me, gently at 
first, his hands lightly touching my face; then he moved down to my neck. I could feel his lips nibbling on 
my skin. I was already feeling my pussy tingle with desire for this young man. He moved over me and 
began to lick around my nipples, first one then the other. A low moan escaped my lips. 

"Billy that's wonderful, don't stop."

I felt his teeth, ever so gently, biting my nipple. I stiffened as the warmth of a small orgasm slowly 
moved up my body. He paused for a few moments, and then continued down my body, until he was 
kneeling between my legs. He began to rub the outside of my pussy, gently at first, then increasing the 
pressure, carefully avoiding my clitoris. He leaned forward and began to blow on my extended clit. The 
pleasure was almost more than I could take.

'He's not going to' he is! Oh, you wonderful man.'

Billy began to lick, first my outer lips, then parting them slightly, he ran his tongue up my entire inner 
pussy. He still hadn't touched my clit, yet my pussy was leaking juices steadily at this point. He circled 
my clit with his tongue; now I was panting. When he sucked it into his mouth, I lost it.

"Oh god, Billy, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," I screamed!

 My ass left the bed, as I grabbed the back of his head and tried to pull him into my body. I shook as 
spasms of joy rocketed throughout my body. I saw bright lights, and then everything went black. When I 
awoke, Billy was laying next to me, a look of concern on his face.

"Gail, are you all right? I was so worried when you went limp and unresponsive."

"I am so much better than all right; that was the most intense pleasure I have ever felt."

I grabbed him by the back of his head and kissed him hard, my tongue invading his mouth.

"Now it's my turn. I want to see and learn everything."

I pulled him over onto his back and began to kiss his neck and his hairless chest. I took his nipple 
between my lips, gently biting it. His moan of pleasure was music to my ears. I reached down and 
wrapped my hand around his cock. It was hot and hard, yet soft to the touch. Instinct made me start 
moving my hand up and down. I moved lower to get a better look at it. The head was turning a darker 
shade of red and was expanding slightly. Leaning over, I licked the top of the head, getting another 
moan for my efforts. I had heard of blow-jobs before, how the guys all seemed to want one. So I opened 
my mouth and took him in. I licked around and around the head as I slowly raised and lowered my 
mouth along his length.

"Gail, please, I can't hold out any longer, let me out."

I was enjoying the feeling of his cock in my mouth and the knowledge that I was giving him such intense 
pleasure, that instead of letting it out of my mouth, I took as much of it into my mouth as I could until I 
felt the head at the back of my throat. 

"I'm cumming, yes, oh my god!"

I felt him arch off the bed, his cock began to pulsate and spurt after spurt of his cum filled my mouth and 
went down my throat. When he finally stopped I sucked out the last of his cum and after cleaning him, I 
moved back up the bed, and lay next to him.

I looked into his eyes. "Did I do it right?"

"Yes, that was heavenly. Give me a couple of minutes, we'll try something new."

We held each other, his hands gently rubbing my back and over my ass. Soon I felt his cock stirring back 
to life. He gently, but firmly, pushed me onto my back and got between my parted legs. He began to rub 
his cock up and down the length of my pussy. I closed my eyes, reveling in the sensations I was feeling, 
my breathing and heartbeat increasing in frequency.

"This may hurt a bit," he whispered.

"I don't care, please do it now, I need you in me now."

I felt his hips elevate slightly, the head of his cock nestled at the entrance, then he slowly, but steadily, 
pushed his cock into me. There was no pain, just a feeling of fullness and sense of intense pleasure. 

"Are you OK?"

"MMMMMMM."

He smiled down at me and began to slowly move his hips up and down. We got into a comfortable 
rhythm. Soon, I could feel my next orgasm building. It hit me suddenly, with the impact of a semi at full 
speed and I nearly bucked him completely off me. My pussy clenched tightly to his cock, never wanting 
for that wonderful feeling to end. His movements increased with intensity, as if he was trying to pound 
me through the mattress. Then he stiffened and I felt him erupt inside of me, causing another wave of 
pleasure to flow throughout my body. He collapsed on top of me and I held him tightly to my chest as 
we slowly came back down to earth.

"Wow," was all I could say. 

"Are you sure you never did that before?"

"I guess all that reading really sunk in. Who said book learning is a waste of time."

I held him in me as long as I could, but finally he pulled his well-worn cock out of my pussy. I felt empty, 
but momentarily sated. Reluctantly, I got up out of bed and walked to the bathroom. When I returned, I 
found Billy on his back with his eyes closed. I crawled into bed next to him, threw my arm over him and 
pulled him in close to me. Sometime during the night, Bill must have gotten out of bed because when I 
woke up at 5:00 I was on my side with him clinging to my back. It felt so right; I didn't want to get up; 
but knew if I didn't we'd stay like that for hours.

"Good morning, sleepyhead, time to rise and shine."

"No, not yet, come back to bed."

"No, we have a schedule to keep. We have to go."

I pulled off the sheet, grabbed him under the arms and before he knew what was happening I threw him 
over my shoulder and headed for the shower. We spent a half an hour in the shower, cleaning off the 
aftermath of the previous night's love making, only to become aroused for a quickie against the shower 
wall, and had to start all over again. 

We made it to the breakfast room by 6:00, grabbed a container of coffee to go and headed out to the 
truck. We were on our way again, headed for St Louis by 6:15.


Chapter 9

When I told Bill that we were going to be crossing the Mississippi River in less than fifteen minutes, he 
got all excited.

"What's it look like? It must be awesome."

"No, not really, it just looks like any other river; not really a big deal."

I remember the first trip I made with my Dad. I was just as excited as Bill was now. I had studied the 
mighty Mississippi in school, seen pictures showing this huge body of water, at some places close to a 
mile wide. I was so disappointed when we actually crossed over it. The river appeared to be less than 
fifty yards wide, where we crossed was in the middle of a major intersection of highways. What was 
more interesting was that we were just outside of Busch Stadium, the home of the Cardinals, and if we 
looked north we could see the Gateway Arch.

When we got there and I told him this was it; he had the same reaction that I had had when I did my 
first crossing. 

"That's it?"

"That's it."

I brought the rig up to speed and headed onto Interstate 70; next stop Terre Haute, Indiana. We'd be 
having breakfast in about three hours.

The atmosphere in the truck was different somehow. The sexual tension between us was gone. We had 
satisfied our immediate needs and desires, now, more than ever before, we could relax and enjoy each 
other's company. 

We'd traveled about an hour, commenting on the lack of scenery and the traffic, when I could tell that 
there was something on Bill's mind. I sat there, dreading what he was thinking, making up scenarios in 
my head.

"Gail, about last night..."

Here it comes, I thought, he's going to dump me before we ever really dated.

"That was the greatest night of my life. I really, really like you a lot. I've never met anyone like you. I 
know you're older than me, much more mature and worldly, and you must think of me as a kid. But I'm 
mature beyond my years and I know I have a great future ahead of me." All this came out in a rush. 
Then, "Would you consider going out with me?" 

I almost drove the truck off the side of the road. This was something I hadn't considered, not yet at any 
rate.

"Bill, I don't consider you a kid anymore. Last night was very special for me too. Let's take this one step 
at a time. Our age difference is one thing. It's the fact that we come from two completely different 
worlds that bothers me more. You're right, you have your whole life ahead of you and I believe you're 
destined to do great things. I'm a trucker; it's all I've ever known, and I love it. You also have an unsolved 
problem back in Arizona, which we still have to handle. I'm not saying no; but we have a lot to consider 
before we commit to each other." 

I could tell that he was disappointed, it must have taken a lot for him to build up the courage to ask; I 
just knew we needed more time.

We rode in silence for the rest of the distance to Terre Haute. Each of us thinking to ourselves; Bill, I'm 
sure, of ways we could make it work; me thinking of all the obstacles against us.

I pulled into the truck stop, parked and looked over at Bill. He gave me that cute little smile of his and 
said,

"Come on, let's go eat; I'm staved."

We climbed down from the cab, and walked ' my arm over his shoulder, his around my waist ' to the 
diner. Over plates of steak and eggs we continued our discussion of our futures, not coming to any 
conclusions, but not ruling anything out either. One thing was sure however, I really wanted to have 
company on my return trip to Arizona.

During the walk back to the truck after breakfast, I noted that, although it was only about 9:30, it was 
really getting hot and humid. 

"Today is going to be a bad one; we're going to be getting the three H's; hazy, hot and humid."

"I was thinking the same thing. Man, how do these people stand it out here? I can't wait to get back to 
the Valley."

I thought to myself, how funny that would sound to someone who lives here; back home the 
temperature was probably in excess of one hundred and twelve degrees; with the bright Arizona sun 
baking everything in sight. The thing that most people don't realize is that because it's so dry out there, 
even though the temperature is extremely high, as long as you stay out of the sun, the heat does not 
feel oppressive. 

I started up, set the air conditioning on high, and pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the 
Interstate; next stop Springfield, Ohio. About half way there, Bill turned completely around and crawled 
into the sleeping berth.

"Bill, are you feeling OK, what's wrong?"

He stuck his head back out of the curtain and with a mischievous grin said,

"Oh, nothing is wrong, I was just curious to see exactly how much room there actually is back here."

"And your determination is?" I put on a high-falutin voice.

"There's more than enough room for our needs."

I laughed and gave him a punch in the arm as he returned to his seat.

"Getting a little too sure of yourself, aren't you? I'm beginning to feel a little taken for granted."

He looked over at me with a concerned expression on his face. I let him off the hook a few moments 
later when I broke out in a hearty laugh.

"Gotcha."

But he did get me thinking about our final stop of the day, Somerset, Pennsylvania; and the more I 
thought about it, the hornier I got. That little devil, he was really getting to me.


Chapter 10

We had a light lunch in Springfield, made the required pit stop, and then headed out to on the next leg 
of the trip. Most of Ohio is flat, boring countryside driving. They also have a fifty-five mile per hour 
speed restriction on trucks, so we kept the CB tuned to channel 19 listening for other truckers' warnings 
of radar traps. Eventually we made our way through Ohio and crossed into West Virginia just below 
Wheeling. If you sneezed at this point you missed West Virginia and found yourself in Pennsylvania. We 
had about a hundred more miles to Somerset. I figured if the traffic held, we'd get there just after six 
o'clock. 

I could have looked for a motel, but the thought of making love in the back of the truck was a real turn 
on. 

I pulled off the Interstate and headed to my usual stopping point. We passed several motels and I could 
see that Bill was getting that disappointed look on his face.

"Don't worry," I said, "We're just heading to a place called the Pine Hill Grill for a bite to eat."

We parked the truck and entered an old fashioned bar and grill. The decor hadn't changed in fifty years; 
but the beer was served ice cold and the burgers were the best around. We each had a burger and fries, 
I had a beer and Bill had a coke. Bill insisted on paying.

"If you don't let me pay, I'm going to sleep in the cab."

"Suit yourself, but if you do, you're going to miss out on all of this."

With that, when I saw that no one was looking our way, I stood up, placed my hands behind my head 
and flexed, expanding my chest to its maximum.

I looked at the shocked expression on his face and the growing bulge in his pants, laughed, and walked 
out leaving him with the check.

"I'm going to get you for that," he said when he finally climbed back into the truck.

"I'm counting on it."

We turned around and headed past the entrance to the Turnpike and proceeded down to the end of the 
road. There were about fifteen other trucks parked in a lot off to one side of the road. They belonged to 
a local trucking company. I pulled our truck into the lot, did a big circle and pulled back on to the street. I 
backed up until I ran out of road, shut the truck down, looked over at Bill and said,

"Here's where we spend the night."

"We're OK here?"

"Sure, I always stop here for the night. No one ever comes down this road other than other truckers. 
Everyone assumes that our truck belongs to the company, they never hassle me." 

We climbed down from the cab, opened up the outer door for the sleeper and the other air vent. "

"The night air will cool down the sleeper."

We sat on the running board, just talking and looking up at the sky as the sun slowly sank behind the 
mountains. Soon the stars began to appear. By nine o'clock it was pitch dark. I stood up and began to 
remove my boots.

"I don't know about you, but I'm going to turn in."

I peeled off my jeans and shirt and stood in front of him.

"Well, are you going to join me or what?"

I climbed into the sleeper and stored away my clothes.

Bill was right behind me, dressed only in his boxers.

"You're still over dressed."

I stripped off my panties and pulled him down onto his back as I yanked off his boxers.

I threw my leg over his body and sat up; my head just cleared the storage bins above the bunk. I pulled 
his arms over his head and rubbed my pussy over his erection, whispering into his ear.

"Now what were you saying before' oh yea, now I remember, it was something about getting me or 
giving it to me, wasn't it?"

I lifted my hips just enough to allow his cock to part my lips, then wiggled my way down his cock.

"Mmmm; I've been looking forward to this all day."

I started riding that wonderful cock of his, pulling up almost to the point of losing it, then sinking all the 
way back down. I leaned over and teased his lips with my tits, first one then the other. There was no 
doubt as to who was in charge here. When I felt his hips begin to push off the bed; I sat down hard, and 
squeezed him tightly with my internal muscles.

"No Bill, you can't come yet, not before me."

When I felt his crisis had passed, I started again. The power that I had over him was intoxicating, and 
soon I felt a series of orgasms rip through my body.

I held him off once again. I looked down at him, his eyes imploring me to let him cum. I lifted my hips 
and gave him some maneuvering room. 

"OK Bill, now you can cum."

With that I felt his hips practically leap off the bed as plowed up into me again and again.

With a series of grunts and gasps, he exploded. His arms flew up around my neck and he held himself 
against me until he collapsed back onto the bed.

"I guess I showed you, my beautiful Amazon," he said with a chuckle.

"Bill, the night is still young."

With a little bit of an effort, I managed to maneuver myself until I could take his deflated cock into my 
mouth. My intent was just to clean him, but I soon felt him coming back to life. He pulled on my leg until 
I got the message and lifted it over his shoulder so we were in a sixty-nine position. I felt his tongue part 
my lips and bury itself deep within me. I'm sure he was getting a mouth full of my juices mixed with his 
cum. He showed no signs of letting up and soon we were both on the verge of cumming again. 

I screamed around his cock as I felt him latch onto my clit and suck for all he was worth. I ground my 
pussy all over his face; my hips rocked back and forth as I came. My actions set him off; I felt his cum 
pulse up through his cock and down my throat. Finally, when I could not stand it any longer I released 
his cock and fell off of him, panting for breath. 

This time he crawled around to face me. I laughed when I saw how wet his face was.

"If you hadn't rolled off me when you did," he said grinning, "I would have either suffocated or 
drowned. But I would have died happy."

I wrapped my arms around him and soon we were both asleep. Sometime during the night, I must have 
rolled over onto my back, because as I awoke from a wonderful dream, I found myself looking up into 
the Billy's eyes. I realized that the wonderful feelings I was having in my dream were from Bill's cock 
sliding in and out of my pussy. 

"Good morning," he said with a smile. "Time to rise and shine."

"Good morning, I can see you've already risen"

"I told you I'd get you."

"Hmmm, I could get used to waking up like this."

He smiled down at me and picked up the pace; soon we both reach the point of no return. We cried out 
and held each other until we both calmed back down.

I sat up, stuck my head through the curtain and looked at the clock. It was just about 4:45; time to get 
up. With a groan, I reached for the door, opened it and climbed out into the cool predawn air. I reached 
into the storage bin, got out my exercise equipment, and since no one was around, I hooked up and 
went through my routine. Bill came out as I was about half way through.

"I could definitely get used to watching you exercise like that."

His cock was standing straight and pointing right at me.

"Don't you ever get enough?"

"Of you, never"

When I was done, I stowed my gear back in the bin. I reached into the storage bin above the berth and 
took out a box of baby wipes.

"Here, we use these when there's no shower available."

"You want me to do your back?"

"You do mine and I'll do yours; but only the back. We have to get on the road so don't get any ideas."

"Spoil sport."

We got dressed and closed up the sleeper, leaving vents open to air it out. Then we got into the cab, 
started up and headed out on the final leg of our journey east; Cranbury, New Jersey.


Chapter 11

A little over an hour after we started, I pulled the truck into the rest area outside Fannettsburg, 
Pennsylvania. We both needed to use the facilities. Afterward, I got a large coffee, Bill got a large coke, 
and we both got an egg on a roll, all of it to go. In less than fifteen minutes we were back on the road.

This last part of the trip is actually the most challenging. The first half is through the mountains of 
central Pennsylvania, east around Harrisburg, then we head southeast just to the north of Philadelphia. 
The traffic gets heavier as you get closer to New Jersey. There are a lot more cars on the road. From 
Interstate 76, we switch over to I-276 and soon cross the Delaware River into New Jersey. After linking 
up with the New Jersey Turnpike, we head north about twenty miles to Cranbury. The trip can take as 
little as three and a half hours or it could take six depending on traffic.

This morning the work traffic was relatively light, so we made good time. During the ride up the 
Turnpike, I thought about how I was going to explain Bill's presence. Company policy is that we do not 
pick up hitchhikers. Technically, he was not a hitchhiker, he was a stowaway; but I didn't want to fight 
that battle.

"Bill, when we get off this road, we are going to pass a Courtyard Hotel. That's where I stay during my 
layover. I think its best that I drop you off there. Wait for me in the lobby; I should be there in about an 
hour or so. If anyone asks why you're there, tell them that you're waiting for me. They all know me 
there so you should have no problem."

About a quarter to twelve, I dropped him off and headed down the road to the terminal. I dropped the 
trailer and pulled my tractor over to the holding yard. Once in the office, I called the company to let 
them know I completed my run and to get my next set of instructions. They wanted my return load on 
Wednesday morning, which meant that I'd have to leave here on Saturday morning; I'd have a day and a 
half layover with Bill. I discussed my plans with the dispatcher. My return load would be ready Friday 
afternoon. I told him I'd call to confirm on Friday and pickup the trailer early the following morning. I 
called a cab to drop me off at the motel and packed up my things and locked the trucked. 

Bill was waiting for me in the lobby. I checked in, reserving our room for two nights. When we got to the 
room Bill filled me in as to what had happen while I was gone.

"After about fifteen minutes of hanging around the lobby, the day manager walked over and asked if he 
could help me. I told him I'm waiting for a friend, Gail Brown. He smiled and said you were a very nice 
lady and turned to leave; he then turned back to me, looked me up and down and said,  'you're a little 
small for her don't you think?' and left."

"You're plenty big where it counts. Let's shower and I'll check to make sure."

I practically dragged him to the bathroom and stripped off our clothes. It felt wonderful having a man 
there, washing my back, worshipping my entire body. Then it was my turn, I washed his back, then 
turned him around and paid particular attention to his cock and balls. I soaped up my hands and ran 
them up and down his shaft.

"Gail, that's wonderful; but if you don't stop, I'm going to cum all over you."

I thought about continuing, but then decided to save it for later. We rinsed off, stepped out of the tub, 
and dried each other. We couldn't get to the bed fast enough. I pushed him onto his back, and crawled 
up between his legs. His cock disappeared into my mouth; I loved the feeling of power I had over him. I 
was going to make him cum and there was nothing that he could do to stop me. He arched his back and 
tried shoving as much of his cock into my mouth as he could. I grabbed his ass in both hands and moved 
him back and forth, in and out, at my pace. 

"Gail, I'm going to cum, oh god, so good, ahhh."

I practically picked him completely off the bed as I straightened up, his cock deep in my throat. It 
throbbed, and then spurted his cum directly down my throat. When he was finally done, I sucked him 
dry and dropped him back onto the bed.

"Now it's your turn."

I crawled up his body until I had my pussy hovering over his mouth, just out of reach of his tongue. I 
trapped his arms with my legs and began to rub myself all over his face.

"Oh yeah, this is so good; come on Bill make me cum."

I felt the first wave of my orgasm surge up my entire body. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him 
up into my pussy. He managed to get my clit into his mouth and sucked on it hard, biting it. 

"Oh God, oh God ''mmmmmmmm, yes."

If I hadn't grabbed onto the headboard I would have fallen off the bed; the room seemed to fade in and 
out of focus. When I finally came down from my orgasm, I looked down, Bill's eyes were closed and 
there appeared to be no movement at all. Removing my cunt from his face and climbing off him, I yelled,

"Bill, Bill are you ok? Wake up dear! Oh God what have I done? Bill, speak to me."

His eyes began to flutter and slowly opened. A few moments later he appeared to become aware of his 
surroundings again.

"Bill, are you OK? I'm so sorry. I guess I got carried away."

"I'm fine. The last thing I remember is you screaming; then I felt your weight fall on my face. I couldn't 
breathe; your pussy was on my nose and mouth. I tried to push you off, then everything went black."

I ran back to the bathroom, grabbed a washcloth, wet it, and hurried back to the bed. I wiped his face 
clean and kissed him gently.

"You had me so scared; I promise never to do that again."

"Are you kidding me, that was the most erotic thing I've ever known! Just don't kill me. Get down here 
on the bed; I have something I want to try. Get on your knees with your head on the pillow."

I did what he asked.

"I read about doing it this way, it's called the doggie position."

He got behind me on his knees and, after pushing my legs out a little to adjust the height, he pushed his 
rock hard cock into my pussy.

"Hmmmm, I like that. Is there more?"

He started to push in and out until he had all seven inches in me. He increased his pace and soon, the 
sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room. I grabbed onto the pillow with both hands and screamed as 
another climax ripped through my body. Bill continued to pound away until he suddenly leaned over me 
grabbed my tits and ground his cock in as deep as he could.

I could feel when his orgasm ended, my pussy full of cum, Bill draped over my ass, breathing heavily. 
Slowly he regained control of his breathing and after kissing me on the back, collapsed onto the bed, 
totally exhausted, and happy.

I rolled over next to him, took him in my arms, kissed him and held him tight. Soon we were both sound 
asleep.

We woke up about four hours later; cleaned up, dressed and went downstairs to the restaurant for 
dinner. The food was good and the atmosphere cozy. I told Bill about the return trip.

"I have to be back in Phoenix by first thing Wednesday morning. If I leave here Saturday morning I can 
get back there by mid-day on Tuesday."

"Gail, you keep using the word I; are you dumping me?"

"Bill, I didn't want to presume that you would want to go back to Arizona."

"Now that I've met you, I'm not letting you go without me. I don't care what's back there; we'll work 
something out. If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm in love with you."

My eyes began to fill up with tears.

"Oh, Bill. You don't know how much I was hoping you would say that; I love you, too. I was convinced 
that I'd end up an old maid, never to fall in love with anyone. Then you came into my life. I'll admit when 
I first saw you, I thought of you as a kid who was in trouble. But over the last three days, I've learned 
that you are much more mature than I realized and not a kid, but a man. I know we still have a lot to 
work out, but I sure as hell want to try."

"It's settled then, you and I are heading back on Saturday; it's we, not I, right?" 

"Right"

"Let's get out of here; we still have about thirty-four hours before we have to start our trip back and I 
don't want to waste a minute of it."

We went back to the room and spent about thirty of the next thirty-four hours naked in bed.


Chapter 12

We used some of that "clothed" time to do a couple of loads of wash, so that on Saturday morning, 
when we left the room, we had clean clothes for our return trip. Bill waited in the lobby while I took a 
cab back to the truck. A half hour later, I picked him up outside the hotel, and we began our trip back to 
Phoenix.

The trip west is exactly the same as the trip east, except that the most of the stopping points are 
different. For the first three days, we drove hard, ate well, and made love as often as we could. We 
spent the first two nights in the truck. I don't think it's possible to shake a semi, but we really did try.

The third night, I wanted to sleep in a real bed, so we stayed in a Quality Inn Motel in the town of 
Gallup, New Mexico, about twenty miles from the Arizona border.

We followed our usual routine; I booked the room, Bill went in to shower while I did my workout in the 
back of the parking lot and then I came in to take my shower. I was just finishing up, getting ready for a 
wild night with my man, when Bill yelled,

"Oh, shit! Gail you've got to see this. Hurry."

I ran out of the bathroom; there on the TV was a picture of Bill; it looked like a high school yearbook 
picture. The caption under the picture read "Missing". Bill turned up the volume.

"He was last seen a week ago. Anyone having information about this case should contact the Phoenix 
police department."

"Gail, now what are we going to do?"

I sat on the bed. I had to think. I had to get him back to Phoenix; back to my house without being seen. 
Once we got there, we could use this to our advantage. Our normal route home would be, out Interstate 
40, through Winslow, to Flagstaff, then to Interstate 17 south to Phoenix. I'd have to stop along that 
route somewhere to fuel up. There was a chance that since that was the most popular route, the state 
police would be looking for information at the various stops. 

If I fueled up at Holbrook instead, and took the state roads through Payson and the Tonto National 
Forest, I'd run into much less traffic, and cut off about fifty miles of our trip.

"Bill, we're going to take the back trail into Phoenix, there's less of a chance of running into the police or 
anyone spotting you. We'll drive back to the company, drop the trailer and you'll come back to my 
house with me. After that we'll figure out what to do next. Don't worry we'll be fine."

We shut the TV and crawled into bed, holding each other tight. Our love making that night was soft and 
tender, as if we were reassuring ourselves that everything was going to be all right. 

Long after Bill settled into a deep peaceful sleep, I was staring at the ceiling, reviewing in my head the 
route that we were going to take. 

I remembered the first time my Dad took me this way. We were on our normal route when we heard on 
the CB that Route 17 South between Flagstaff and Phoenix was shut down due to a serious accident. 
Luckily we were still east of Holbrook at the time. Dad got off the Interstate and headed through town 
to a two lane state road. A sign ahead read, "Welcome to the Tonto National Forest". All around us the 
area was flat with golden brown grass a couple of feet high and an occasional scrub bush. As we made 
our way, I'd see small green signs along the road every couple of miles; elev. 6000. We must have 
passed about five of them before I realized that that were elevation heights; the last one had read 6300 
feet. We were climbing. 

Most people don't realize that the area from central New Mexico to central Arizona is a high plain. The 
climb is so gradual that you never realize how high you actually are. We continue through a small town, 
just a few commercial and residential buildings, and then followed the signs for Payson. The terrain was 
beginning to change; the grasses were replaced, first by small bushes and then by pine trees. Soon we 
were at 7000 feet and in the middle of a dense forest.

We continued through the town of Payson; a nice little town with commercial areas, shops and 
residential areas all mixed together. We made a left turn and were soon back in the forest, once again. 
We continued to climb, reaching an altitude of 7,800 feet. There were signs for camping areas and 
individual summer cottages all along the route. This was the area where the residents of the Central 
Valley, Phoenix and Scottsdale, escaped the extreme summer heat. We had traveled about ten miles 
and came around a bend in the road; there in front of me was a deep valley, completely surrounded by 
tree-covered mountains. It was breathtaking. Dad, pulled on to the side of the road, and got out of the 
truck. I thought we were stopped so we could look out over the valley; but Dad climbed up behind the 
cab and checked all the connections for the air brakes. When I asked why he was doing that, he pointed 
to a big sign on the side of the road: ALL TRUCKS MUST STOP AN INSPECT BRAKES. "That's why," he said. 

We got back into the truck and pulled back onto the road and began our decent off the high plains and 
down towards the Valley of the Sun. Dad kept the truck in low gear as much as possible, using the 
brakes sparingly. Signs warned of several times of 6% decline for the next five miles as we wound our 
way towards the valley. Even with the brakes and the low gears, the truck continued to pick up speed. 
Dad appeared unconcerned, but I was scared shitless. We finally made our way to the valley below, the 
ride leveled off and we could relax. Outside, there were fewer trees and more clearings. We traveled 
about twenty miles in this valley, then, we began to climb again. The climb this time was a lot steeper, 
the truck straining to maintain speed until Dad had to downshift. We climbed for a couple of miles, 
traveled around a bend in the road, and began to descend once again. This time the decent was not as 
steep. On this side of the mountain the trees were gone, replaced by cactus and scrub bushes. The color 
changed from lush blue green to brownish gray. We had made it into the Valley of the Sun. 

I finally fell into a restless sleep. Bill had to wake me a little after five. We dressed; I sent him to the truck 
with our bags, while I checked out and grabbed a couple of cups of coffee. By five thirty, we were on our 
way to Holbrook, Arizona.


Chapter 13

The drive west to Holbrook is a little less than one hundred miles and takes about an hour and a half. I 
left the Interstate, crossed the main road and pulled into the lone truck stop in Holbrook. I pulled up to 
one of the pumps and pumped diesel into the drivers' side tank until it was half full and did the same on 
the passenger side. I figured there was no sense in carrying more fuel than we needed; less weight to 
carry up the hills. I told Bill to stay in the truck while I went inside to get our breakfast to go. While I was 
in there I checked the TV for any other news about Bill. Luckily there was none. I was carrying out our 
breakfast, and had just reached the door, when in front of me stood two state troopers. My heart 
stopped; then one of the troopers opened the door for me. I thanked him, and walked out to the truck. I 
looked over my shoulder as I reached the truck, half expecting them to be right behind me; but no one 
was there. 

I started the truck, pulled out of the stop, over the Interstate and through the town. Five minutes later 
we were in the Tonto National Forest on our way to Payson. Bill and I talked about the scenery and I 
watched for his reactions to the views. When we got to the mandatory safety stop, his eyes were as big 
as saucers and his hands held on his seat as if he expected to be ejected at any second. 

"Bill, what's wrong."

"I - I'm afraid of heights."

'Shit; now he tells me,' I thought to myself. 'No turning back now, he'll have to just close his eyes or look 
away from the drop offs on the way down.'

"Close your eyes; I have to get out and check the air brakes, I'll be right back."

After my inspection, I got back in to the cab.

"Bill, I'm sorry; I had no idea you were afraid of heights. You've got three choices; you can climb into the 
berth and stay there until it's over; you can stay here with me and close your eyes all the way down; or 
you can sit there and look out at the mountain side of the road. The decent is going to take about an 
hour."

"OK, let's go."

I was so proud of him; I knew he was scared, but he was going to stick it out and battle his fears.

On the way down, I glanced over at him when I could, he was a little pale, but he was watching the road 
with me all the way.

When we got down to the desert; I grabbed his hand, kissed it and said,

"That's it; we're in the valley now. You did real good, I'm proud of you."

"When we get to your house, I think I'm going to have to change my shorts."

We both laughed, the tension broken.

The last hour of the trip was uneventful. About a mile out from the factory, I had Bill climb in the back.

"You stay there, don't make a sound, and don't look out. I'm going to drop the trailer and then go into 
the office to hand in my paperwork. I'll be out in about a half an hour. I love you."

As he climbed into the back, he kissed my cheek,

"I love you, too."

I was in great spirits when I climbed back into the cab. The operations manager was very pleased that I 
had completed my run early. They were running short on some of the materials that I had in my load. I 
had saved his butt, and he knew it. They were already beginning to unload the trailer. My next run was 
not scheduled until Monday morning; so I had the next five days off. That would give Bill and me some 
time to ourselves, and some time to figure out what to do about his problem.

"Bill, you still back there?"

"Yeah, but it's getting awfully hot, let's get out of here."

I started up and we headed out of the yard and toward my house. I pulled into my driveway and backed 
the truck into its normal spot and killed the engine. Bill and I gathered our things, cleaned up any trash 
and headed into the house.

"Make yourself at home, Bill. I think you're going to be staying here a while."

I gave him the nickel tour, while I went through my usual returning home routine. The temperature was 
lowered on the air conditioner, my plants were watered, and our dirty clothes were thrown into the 
washer. 

"You want anything to drink?"

"A coke if you have it. Water will do."

I grabbed a coke and a beer from the fridge and we settled onto the couch. It was good to just sit and 
veg for a while after an exciting last day of our journey.

"Bill, I think we should call a friend of my Dad's, if he's not already retired he's still on the Phoenix police 
force. We can tell him that you're ok; and that he should call off the alert for you."

"I'm not going back to my sister's place."

"I'm not suggesting that you do; but we have to tell someone what you heard. I think we can trust him. 
He'll tell us what we can do. Worst case scenario is that you'll have to go back into hiding again."

"Can we wait until tomorrow?"

"Sure. You'll be safe here."

We watched a little of the local TV news, there was no other alerts for Bill. That was good. Suppertime, I 
took a couple of steaks out of the freezer, and with a couple of potatoes and a can of corn, we had the 
makings for a nice dinner. I preheated the grill, while Bill prepared the steaks and wrapped the potatoes. 
When the grill was hot I tossed the potatoes on first, then after ten minutes I put the steaks on. Bill set 
the table and opened the can of corn. Less than ten minutes later we were sitting in the dining room 
having dinner. Bill surprised me with how domestic he was. I guess he spent a lot of time doing stuff for 
his sister. After dinner, he helped me clear the table, rinse the dishes, and put them in the dishwasher. 
We spent some time relaxing in the living room and watched the local news again. I guess Bill was no 
longer a newsworthy story. 

After the news, I got up off the couch and headed to the back of the house.

"Come on Bill; I have one more room I want to show you."

I walked down the short hall and opened the door; then I stepped back and let Bill see the inside of the 
room.

"Wow; this is great."

The room was void of furniture. The floor was covered wall to wall with mats. One half of the room held 
a treadmill, the other half of the room was dedicated to free weights. I had a heavy-duty workout bench, 
several bar bells and dumbbells, and about 250 pounds of weights. There was a large full- length mirror 
on one wall, and a wall unit air conditioner on the outer wall next to the window, which had a heavy 
curtain on it to keep out the heat of the sun.

"Most of this stuff was my Dad's; I added what I wanted over time. You want to work out with me or do 
you just want to watch."

"I'll walk on the treadmill and watch if you don't mind."

"Ok for now, but we have to put a little more muscle on that body of yours."

 I started to take off my clothes, when I got down to my panties; I noticed that Bill was still dressed.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, that I usually work out in the nude. There's no need to get my clothes all 
sweated up and since I'm usually here alone I just got into the habit. If you want I can get some shorts 
and a shirt."

"No don't bother, I don't mind."

"I didn't think you would," I said with a smile. "You should probably leave your boxers on; I don't want 
you to beat yourself black and blue with that club you have."

I slid my panties off and started my warm-ups. I did some pushups and some sit-ups, and some 
stretching. When I was warmed up, I walked over to the bench, took off two twenty-five pound plates 
and started my first sets of presses with one hundred fifty pounds. From the bench, I could see Bill 
walking on the treadmill, his eyes never leaving my body, with cock fully erect in his boxers. After I did 
three sets, I got up and added ten pounds to each side. I repeated my sets. Knowing that I was turning 
Bill on was really getting me worked up as well, so I removed the ten-pounders and replaced them with 
the twenty-five pounders that I had removed earlier. I pumped out three more sets, the last of which I 
had to work hard to complete. I put five more pounds on each side. 

"Bill, can you come over here and spot for me."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Just stand here and, if I get in trouble, help me to re-rack the weight."

He stood behind me, staring at my chest, his cock dangerously close to the top of my head. I grabbed 
hold of the bar, pulled it down to my chest then pushed it up for eleven reps; on the twelfth I began to 
strain. 

"Help me, Bill."

He grabbed the bar and helped me put it on the rack. 

"Bill, don't let go of the bar!" I told him emphatically.

I reached out and grabbed his boxers and yanked them down to his knees. His cock slapped his stomach 
then stood straight out from his body. I slid up the bench until my head was no longer on it. His cock was 
resting on my chin and his balls were hitting my nose. Grabbing it in my hand, I guided his cock into my 
mouth. With my head tilted back, his cock easily entered my throat. I grabbed his ass and began to guide 
his movements until he got the idea that I wanted him to fuck my throat. He got into the rhythm. 

"Gail, I can't hold out much longer!"

I could feel his balls begin to tighten and pulled him in as far as I could. My throat was trying its best to 
swallow the invader, constricting around it. I felt the head swell.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming."

He tried to pull back, but in held him firmly, as he began to pump his cum directly down my throat. That 
pushed me over the edge, my hips and ass came off the bench, as my own orgasm ripped through me. 

When we finally calmed down, I allowed him to pull back just enough for me to suck out the last of his 
cum, then reluctantly I released him. Standing up, I took him by the hand and led him to the bathroom.

"Let's grab a quick shower; I'm not through with you yet."


Chapter 14

Later that night, after a long and mutually satisfying lovemaking session, I lay on my back, Bill asleep 
with his head on my shoulder, thinking about how my life had changed. Less than two weeks ago, I was 
a loner; my job was the center of my world. Now, this young man, ten years younger than me, had 
changed all that. He had released my pent up sexuality. I was falling in love with him. I wanted to share 
my life with him. But I was scared, was this only about the sex? We were both virgins when we met, did 
he feel the same about me? He was going off to college; soon he would meet girls closer to his own age, 
sharing the same interests and dreams. How could I compete with them? We were from two different 
worlds. The more I thought about it, the worse I felt. 

The next thing I knew it was morning. Bill was still asleep as I eased myself out of bed, grabbed a pair of 
panties and a shirt and headed for the bathroom. I dressed, walked to the kitchen, made myself a cup of 
coffee and turned on the news. I continued my thoughts from the previous night. 

I knew that no matter what else happened between us, I had to help Bill get out of the spot he was in. I 
went to the kitchen and pulled out my Dad's phone book. I scanned the pages trying to remember his 
name. There it was, Jim Hill. It listed his home number and his department number and extension. I sat 
back and began to form a plan in my head. 

"Good morning, " Bill said as he entered the kitchen, dressed in jeans and a shirt. "What are you doing?"

"I looked up the number of a friend of my Dad's. The last time I heard he was a detective on the Phoenix 
police force. We have to tell someone that you're all right and what you overheard. They're the only 
ones that can help you. You can't keep running and hiding forever."

"What if they want to bring me back to my sister's house?"

"My Dad always said that Jim was a good guy, I don't think he would send you back into that 
environment; but just in case, you won't be here when he and I meet. I'll explain the situation alone 
first. Then, if it sounds like he will help us, I bring you into the meeting. Sound fair?"

Bill nodded, but I could see the concern on his face, as I picked up the phone and dialed the direct line.

"Detective Hill."

"Hello, Detective Hill, I don't know if you remember me, this is Gail Brown, Ed Brown's daughter." 

There was a slight pause, and then Jim's voice boomed out of the receiver.

"Gail, how are you? Sure I remember you, it's been a long time, must be ten years at least. I really miss 
your Dad, he and I had some good times together. What can I do for you?"

"Well Jim, a friend of mine has sort of a problem and I'd like to discuss it with you; off the record first if 
you don't mind. Could you come to my Dad's place this evening?"

"Sounds serious Gail, are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine; better than fine actually. I'm just trying to help a friend."

"Sure Gail, I can be out by 7:00 PM. Is that OK?"

"Great. Thanks, Jim; see you at 7:00."

I hung up the phone and walked over to Bill.

"You'll see; everything is going to work out fine."

I picked him up in a big bear hug and held him tight. 

The rest of the day was spent cleaning the house, doing laundry, and cooking; the normal things that a 
couple would be doing. It felt so right! I hoped that it felt the same to Bill.

The doorbell rang precisely at 7:00. I sent Bill to the workout room and opened the door. There stood 
Jim Hill, just as I remembered him, about 5'10" one hundred eighty five pounds, a little gray around the 
temples, dressed in a suit, without the tie.

"Come on in Jim; you haven't changed a bit. Have a seat. Can I get you a beer or a soft drink or water?"

"Since I'm officially off duty, I'll take a beer if you don't mind."

I got us a couple of beers and sat on the other end of the couch.

"Gail, you certainly have grown up, the last time I saw you, you were a tall, skinny kid. You're not that 
anymore. What are you doing now? I saw the tractor next to the house, are you driving now?"

"Yes sir, I took over my Dad's old job; now I do the cross country route about 50 times a year. How 
about you, the last time we saw each other was at Dad's funeral, you're still on the force, married, any 
kids?"

"No kids thank goodness, my wife is now my ex-wife; she couldn't take being a cop's wife, the hours, the 
danger, the uncertainty. She left about five years ago."

"Sorry."

"Don't be. I have a lady friend that I'm seeing. But we won't make any plans until I retire."

There was a lull in the conversation, and then Jim spoke,

"OK Gail, why am I here?"

"A couple of weeks ago a young man stowed away in my truck. I didn't discover he had snuck into my 
truck until I was outside of Flagstaff. Not wanting to turn around I took him as far as Winslow. I figured 
I'd drop him there, but after I heard his story I let him stay with me all the way to New Jersey." 

"What's his name, Gail?"

"Bill Young"

"Holy shit Gail, his sister has been frantic, calling the precinct every day. Is he OK? Did you leave him in 
New Jersey?"

"He's fine. Before I tell you where he is let me tell you the story he told me. He overheard his sister and 
her scumbag boy friend planning to kill him and leave him out in the desert so that they could get the 
money in his trust fund."

"I met the boy friend; you're right he is a scumbag. But you have to tell me where he is; I have to know 
that he is ok."

"I can arrange a meeting, if you promise that you won't return him to them. He doesn't want to go back 
there, you can understand why."

"I can't do that Gail. He's a minor and his sister wants him back home."

"No, I won't go back there."

Bill was standing in the doorway, ready to make a break for the back door if needed.

"Son, I have to bring you back to her."

"She's not my mother or my guardian; they never told anyone that I was living there after my parents 
died. I'm old enough to take care of myself. They are planning to kill me for the money."

"Jim, can't you do something? Tell them that he contacted you; that he's safe, but doesn't want to 
return to her house. He starts at UA in a few weeks. He can stay with me until then. They're going to kill 
him."

"I hear you, let's think about this. There's no evidence to support your story is there?"

Bill shook his head.

"We can't arrest them because at this point they have committed no crime that can be proven in a court 
of law. I can tell her that you're ok, that you ran before I could take you into custody. But that only buys 
you a few weeks. They will know where you are as soon as you enroll in UA. I assume you'll be living on 
campus. They can wait until you are alone, grab you off the street and do what they want. I have a 
friend on the job in Tucson. He could help me down there, but not for long."

"What if you were watching them here; when they make their move to get him in Tucson, you could 
notify your friend. He could watch over Bill until they try something."

"I can't have Billy act as bait, it's too dangerous. He'd be all alone. What if we lost them, or they hired 
someone else to do their dirty work."

"He wouldn't be alone; I'd be there with him. I have a few weeks of vacation coming to me. I can act like 
a student. I can protect him."

"I don't like it, not one bit. But what other choice do we have? I'll talk it over with my captain and let you 
know. How can I contact you?"

"You can call us here until Sunday night. I have another run to make Monday morning. Bill will be 
coming with me; I won't let him out of my sight. We'll call you from the road."

"I hope I don't get fired for this."

"Come on Jim, you know there's no other way."

We both stood up, Bill walked over to me and I threw my arm around him. Jim looked at the two of us, 
smiled and said,

"Now, I really don't want to know anything more. If I don't call you by Sunday, make sure you call me 
every day. This just gets better and better."


Chapter 15

Later that evening, after Jim had left, Bill and I made love; slow, passionate love. Afterwards, as we lay in 
bed, holding each other in a lovers embrace, Bill whispered into my ear.

"Gail, I love you so much. It's not just the sex ' which is fantastic ' it's everything about you; your 
strength, your personality, the way you care for me, the way you handle tough situations. I'm totally and 
hopelessly in love with you."

The tears began to run down my cheeks, as I hugged him tightly to my body. 

"You don't know how much I wanted to hear that from you. I love you, too. We're going to have some 
rough times ahead of us, but I know we can work through them."

"Gail, I'm not sure that I want you to get involved with those two. You could get seriously hurt. Maybe I 
should just move somewhere else, go to some other school. I could get lost for a time. After I turn 21, 
my trust fund terminates, and the money is mine. My sister would no longer have any claim to it, so my 
life would no longer be in danger."

"Running away won't solve your problem. You'll be looking over your shoulder for the next four years. 
That's no way to live. Besides this should be the best time of your life; don't let them take that away 
from you. I'll be careful. We'll get through this together."

Sunday evening we got a call from Jim. 

"Everything is set. I spoke to the Captain; he agreed to let Billy stay with you, as long as you keep in 
touch with me. I called my friend in Tucson and although he doesn't like the idea of using the two of you 
as bait, he agreed that it's the only way to catch the two of them and put them away for a long time. I 
told him that we'd finalize our plans in a couple of weeks."

"That's all we could ask for. Thanks Jim, thanks for everything." 

"Gail, you take care; don't forget to call me. Good Luck."

Monday morning we started our east coast run with Bill in the front seat, except for the time when we 
picked up our load. During the next three weeks we made the round trip twice, making love in the back 
of the cab when and where ever we stopped for the night. We called Jim every day at noon his time. I 
also made arrangements with my boss to take a couple of weeks off starting on August 20th, the first day 
Bill would be allowed to move into his dorm.


Chapter 16

During the time off between our east coast trips, Bill and I were quite busy. Bill spent much of the time 
on the phone, calling the trustee that his grandfather had designated, making arrangements for his 
tuition to be paid, changing his mailing address to my post office box, and having funds transferred to 
his checking account for living expenses. He also called the school and had them change his mailing 
address and requested they send all the paperwork he would need to register. He explained the 
situation with his sister in general terms and requested that they not disclose his mailing address to 
anyone. While Bill was making his arrangements, I was working in the garage.

"Wow! Are those yours?"

I looked up from under the hood. Bill had just walked into the garage.

"It's mine now; it originally belonged to my Dad. This is a 1968 El Camino SS 396; it was his pride and joy. 
The bike is a Harley-Davidson Electra Glide. I bought that a few years ago to make quick trips around 
town and to ride out to the desert or the mountains."

"We have a couple of errands to run, most importantly we have to go to the bank and put you as a 
signer on my checking account."

"Ok, give me a chance to finish this oil change and clean up"

One hour later, we walked back to the garage from the house. I walked over the Harley.

"Well, what are you waiting for hop on?"

"I've never ridden on a motorcycle before."

"Just sit on the back, put your feet on these pegs, and hold on to me, but watch where your hands go; 
no getting fresh."

With a turn of the key the bike roared to life and down the driveway we went. It really felt great to 
cruise through the streets, under the blue sky and bright sunshine shine of the Arizona summer, with Bill 
clutching me around my waist. I almost forgot about the bank. When we pulled into the bank parking lot 
Bill jumped off the back.

"That was awesome. I wish we could take this down to Tucson."

"Not this trip, we'll be carrying too much stuff. During the semester, I'll come down to pick you up and 
we'll ride back home. Maybe someday soon we'll get you a bike as well and we can cruise together."

We walked hand in hand into the bank. Bill presented his ID and account paperwork. The banker not 
only added my name to the account, but removed Karen's as well. On the way back to the house, we 
took a detour onto a back road that headed out into the desert. I opened her up a little and soon we 
were doing 80. Bill was on the back holding me as tight as he could, howling with excitement. After 
about ten miles we turned around and headed back toward civilization, a burger and a cool drink our 
ultimate goal. When we got back to the house I pulled the bike back into the garage.

"Do you really think I could learn to ride a bike like this?"

"In time I'm sure you could; but until we put a little more muscle on that skinny body of yours, I think 
you'd be better off on something a little smaller. There's nothing worse than pulling up to a light, 
putting down your foot to wait for the light to change and having the bike become too heavy for you to 
handle and fall over on its side. It's really embarrassing, especially if you can't lift it upright on your 
own."

 With that I picked him up, threw him over my shoulder and carried him into the house.

"Come on, let's go in take a shower and have some fun."

One thing about living in Phoenix in the summer, you never have to worry about running out of hot 
water in the shower. We stripped, got into the shower, turned on the cold water only, and spent the 
next half an hour washing each other. After I had washed his back, Bill turned me around and soaped up 
mine and worked extra hard on back and shoulder muscles. I could feel the tension leaving my body. 
When he told me, I turned around and let the water rinse down my back, my eyes were closed, it felt 
heavenly. Suddenly I sensed that Bill was no longer standing in front of me; just as I opened my eyes, I 
felt him spread my pussy lips as he ran his tongue up one side and down the other. I spread my legs as 
far as I could to give him as much access as I could. Soon, almost too soon, I could feel the familiar signs 
of my approaching orgasm. I grabbed the back of his head just as he took my clit between his lips. It was 
more than I could stand. My orgasm hit me like a freight train, my legs weakened and I fell back against 
the back wall of the shower wall. 

"Bill, Oh God, that's sooooo good."

He didn't stop. He continued to flick my clit with his tongue, alternating between licking, sucking and 
biting it. Soon, I felt another wave fire up through my body.

"I'm cumming again."

And still he continued. Now my orgasms seemed to run together into one long never-ending climax. 

"Bill, please stop you're killing me."

I had to pull him by the hair to get him to finally stop. I looked down; he was still on his knees looking up 
at me, smiling as the water sprayed over my shoulder and into his face. He reached around me and shut 
the water as I continued to recover. 

"Wow Bill, not that I'm complaining but what brought that on?"

"The whole time we were riding, holding you tight, feeling your muscular body as you maneuvered the 
bike, it was all I could do to keep from cumming then and there."

"Let's dry off and get into bed. Give me a chance to calm down a little more, then we'll see if I can't even 
the score."

We didn't eat until late that evening, but neither of us cared.


Chapter 17

We returned from our next run on the eighteenth. After dropping my load, Bill and I stopped at the post 
office, picked up our mail and headed home. Bill had received his bank statement and his paperwork 
from UA. Enclosed was a list of things that he needed to bring to school and some suggested items as 
well. I scanned the list; there was nothing there that we couldn't fit into the back of the El Camino. So 
after checking in with Jim, we headed to the mall to get everything he needed. Jeans, T-shirts, linens, a 
walkman and head phones, assorted school supplies and other essentials were all purchased and the 
bags placed under the tarp covering the back of the truck. I told him not to worry, if after he was there 
for a week or so if he needed anything else I'd be happy to pick it up and drop it off.

We tried to get in as much love making as we could in these last two nights, knowing that we'd have to 
wait several weeks before our schedules allowed us to spend a couple of nights together again. We tried 
not to think about his sister and her boyfriend; but that thought was never far from our minds.

On Monday morning, the 20th, we received a call from Jim.

"The boyfriend just picked up the sister; I followed them as far as Interstate 10. They got on heading 
south. I have no doubt that they're heading for Tucson. I called my buddy, Detective Vince Holly; he'll 
meet you at the administration building at 2:00. Gail, he'll provide as much backup as he can, but you 
will have to be on your toes at all times. Good Luck."

"Thanks for all your help, Jim. Don't worry I won't let anything happen to Bill."

We packed the remainder of Bill's things into the truck, tied down the tarp, and headed to Interstate 10 
around 11:00. It was a two-hour drive to Tucson and I wanted to give us plenty of extra time to meet 
Vince. 

We rode in silence, each of us thinking our own thoughts. As far as I was concerned I hoped that they 
tried something today so we could get this over with and have our lives return to normal. 

We arrived in Tucson a little before 1:00, stopped at a burger place for a bite to eat, and waited until 
1:45 before heading to the administration building. We parked the car and walked briskly across the 
campus, which was already bustling with students. I kept a sharp eye out for any suspicious movements, 
but since I only had a general description of the Karen and Dave, I had to depend on Bill to warn me if he 
spotted them. We made it inside the building. I spotted Detective Holly leaning against a wall near the 
admissions desks. Bill checked in while I introduced myself to Vince. 

Vince was a no nonsense type of guy. 

"I've got two female officers outside on the campus near Billy's dorm. If these people are dumb enough 
to try something in broad daylight we'll stop them. You're not armed are you? I don't want any of my 
people shot by accident."

"No, I don't own a gun."

"Good, I just want you to walk with Billy, help him move in. We'll be there, out of sight, as backup."

When Bill was done with his paperwork, we headed outside, back to the truck, and following the map 
provided by the office we drove to the dorm building where he was assigned. I parked as close as I could 
and started unpacking the truck. We each grabbed an armful of stuff and headed for his room. Students 
were coming and going so we blended right in. Bill unlocked the door of his room, which was empty; 
apparently his roommate had not yet arrived. We made three other trips before we had all of his things 
into his room. We locked the room and headed back to the truck to secure the tarp and lock it up.

On the way back to the dorm, Bill stopped short. A short woman about twenty-five years old was 
walking directly at us. She had a smile on her face and greeted Bill.

"Hi Billy, you had me worried sick when you disappeared like that. I just wanted to come down here and 
make sure you were all right and see if you needed anything."

She all but ignored me. I guess she thought I was someone from the University assigned to help new 
students move in.

"Come on Billy, taking him by the arm, I brought something for your room, help me get it out of the car."

She began to pull Bill toward the back of the building.

"Leave me alone, I don't want anything from you."

"You're coming with me."

"No, he's not."

I stepped around Bill and before she could do anything I hit her with a right, flush on the jaw. She 
crumbed to the ground out cold. Before I could do anything else, Dave appeared from around the side of 
the building. He had a gun pointed at me.

"Who the fuck are you, bitch?"

I put my hands up and stepped between him and Bill.

"I'm a friend of Bill's."

"Too bad for you. Pick up Karen and we're all going for a ride."

"I don't think so," I said hoping that Vince or one of the female officers would see what was happening.

"Pick her up I said or I'll shoot you right here."

He moved his arm up and pointed the gun at my head. I pulled my arm around my back and held Bill 
close to me so he wouldn't be easy to hit. I was never so scared in all my life. 

Suddenly all three officers appeared out of nowhere yelling, "Police! Drop your gun!" 

Dave turned and aimed at Vince as he approached. Three shots rang out. Dave jerked violently 
backwards against the building and fell to the ground. Vince kicked the gun away and checked for a 
pulse. He shook his head to the other two officers who were trying to calm the crowd of students 
running from the scene. One of the females ran up to Karen cuffed her hands behind her back and made 
sure she was not armed.

I turned to Bill; made sure he was all right and hugged him tightly to me. We were both pretty shaky as 
Vince secured the scene and call for back up and an ambulance. 

We spent the next five hours at the police station, answering questions for the detectives and an 
assistant district attorney. I called Jim told him it was all over, that Dave was dead, Karen was in custody, 
and everyone here was fine. 

When they were through with us, Vince drove us back to the dorm. Bill and I walked up to the building 
noting the section of the lawn that was taped off as a crime scene. It brought out a shudder of fear in 
me, as I relived the events of this afternoon. I had planned to walk Bill back to his room then, drive back 
home. When we opened his dorm room door, we noted that the other half of the room was still empty. 
Noting our good fortune, I stepped into the room, kicked the door shut, and locked it. We quickly threw 
sheets on the bed, stripped, and jumped into bed. After some mutual foreplay, I rolled over onto my 
back and pulled Bill over me. He entered me easily and soon we were both cumming. 

I lay there afterwards, Bill resting in my arms, thanking god that our ordeal was finally over. We both fell 
asleep at some point still in each other's arms.


Epilogue

Six years went by so quickly. Bill graduated with highest honors and stayed on to complete his master's 
degree. He got a job working for an agricultural research company. His area of research involves 
extreme drought conditions and increased food production. He's planning on going for his doctorate 
degree. 

Me, I'm still a truck driver, making the cross country run once a week. I still love my job but miss Bill 
being there with me. We live together in the same small house in the desert. My favorite time is the day 
that I get back from the east coast. I've changed the timing on my run so that I get back a day earlier in 
the evening. Bill is usually there to greet me with a beer, a kiss, and that wonderful cock of his.

About a month ago, I came home to an empty house. There was a note from Bill on the kitchen table.

 
 Welcome home, Babe, I know you're tired, but I promise to make it up to you. 
 Take a shower and get dressed in the clothes I've laid out for you. I want you 
 to meet me in the lobby of "The Butte". 
 
 Love, Bill


I took my shower and when I entered our bedroom, I found a slinky off-the-shoulder black dress and a 
pair of black high heels. The dress fit perfectly. I added a silver necklace and checked the mirror. If I do 
say so myself, I looked pretty good; now for the shoes. I hadn't put on a pair of heels since my Dad's 
funeral. I hoped I could still walk in them. The heels fit perfectly as well. I checked myself one more time; 
this time the top of my head was cut off in the mirror. I thought, 'In these heels I must be close to 6'5".'

I went out to the garage in slippers, carrying my heels with me and started the El Camino. I must have 
been a sight when I pulled up to the valet. He opened my door and stepped back while I swung my legs 
out and changed from my slippers to my heels. As I stood up, I watched him give me the once over, 
starting from the ground up. I was at least ten inches taller than he was. I could feel his eyes burning a 
hole in my backside as I walked into the hotel. 

I paused; there was Bill, dressed in a tux, walking towards me. 

"Hi Babe. Wow, you look wonderful. I will be the envy of every man here."

I bent down and kissed him,

"You don't look too bad yourself. What's going on?"

"You'll find out later. Let's go to dinner."

He led me to the restaurant; he had made reservations. We were seated by the windows and had a 
spectacular view of the city of Phoenix all lit up at night. It was breath-taking. We shared a bottle of wine 
and had a wonderful meal. We danced slow and close, Bill had his head on my chest as he led me 
around the floor. When the music finally stopped, we returned to our table, Bill signed the check and we 
left the room. Instead of heading out of the hotel, Bill led us to the elevators.

"I booked a room for the night."

He opened the door and followed me into the room. I walked in as if in a trance, taking in the d'cor and 
expanse of the room and the view of the city.

"Bill, it's beautiful, but they must have made a mistake. This looks like it must be the bridal suite."

I turned to find him down on one knee, a small black box in his hand. My jaw dropped, my hands 
covered my mouth, and my whole body began to shake.

"Gail, my love, my life, and my strength, will you marry me?"

My tears rolled down my cheeks; all I could do was nod my head emphatically as he rose and closed the 
distance between us. In the box were three rings; one had a row of diamonds on the top, and two were 
wedding bands.

"Gail, I know that most women dream of a big wedding with bridesmaids and gowns and receptions. But 
I know you're not like most women; you're truly one of a kind. I felt since neither of us has any family 
that we would want to see and few friends to celebrate with us, and neither of us is particularly 
religious, that tonight we would declare our love for each other and exchange rings in our own 
ceremony."

He took my hand in his, and placed two rings on my finger. 

"These rings are a sign of my eternal love for you."

I took the last ring and holding his hand in mine, placed it on his finger.

"This ring is a sign of my eternal love for you."

We embraced and kissed and held each other tightly as we looked out over the city. Bill took my hand 
and led me to the bedroom. There was a round king sized bed with satin sheets; off to the side there 
was a hot tub with a view of the city. A bottle of champagne stood in a bucket of ice near the tub along 
with two glasses.

"Let's leave the hot tub and the champagne for later; right now I want my man to make love to me."

I kicked off my heels and slipped out of my dress as Bill shed his shoes and tux. We were both naked in 
record time and climbed into bed.

Our lovemaking was both intense and passionate. We acted like true newlyweds, exploring each other's 
body as if it were the first time. After about an hour during which we both came several times, we got 
up and walked over to the hot tub. Bill opened the champagne, filled the glasses, and we settled into the 
water. We sipped our champagne as we looked out over the city. We sat there holding each other in 
silence; there was no need for words. When the bottle was finished and the bubbles were gone, we left 
the tub, dried each other and returned to bed.

I awoke around 5 am, late for me, and watched as Bill slept, thinking to myself that I was truly blessed to 
have such a wonderful husband. I carefully slipped out of bed, not wanting to wake him. I left the room 
and opened the door leading out to the balcony. I stood naked, not caring if anyone could see me, taking 
in the view of the central valley in the pre-dawn light. Most of the valley was still asleep; the only sounds 
were the low groans of the tractor-trailers as they shifted through their gears out in the distance on 
Interstate 10. At that moment I remembered my Dad.

"Daddy, I got married last night. His name is Bill and he's a wonderful man. I think you'd like him. He's 
kind, sweet, gentle, extremely smart, and he makes me truly happy. I'm still driving your route. We've 
found a way to live our totally different lifestyles and make them work. And we love each other very 
much."

At that moment, a pair of hands slipped around me and caressed my breasts as I felt a pair of lips nibble 
at the back of my neck and as an erect cock snuggled between my thighs.

"Hmmmmm, I see my man is up."

"Come back to bed."

THE END

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