Sue and I had worked together and were friends because I was married, happily so, or so I thought. Sue had quit her job earlier, the year before my wife and I separated. She had moved to a small town, north of where I lived and started her own business. I hadn't seen her in nearly two years.
After my separation, I went back to haunting the local bars. One Monday night I ran into her, in one of the neighborhood bars. As luck would have it, she had a date. I did get to borrow her for a couple of dances. As we got to talk some, I told her about my separation. I also got her phone number and promised to call.
They left early and I had a beer or three too many. Her number was in my shirt pocket and I forgot about it until I did my laundry later in the week. There was a pay phone in the laundry mat so I called her.
We made a date to go out the following Friday night. After getting directions to her new place, I hung up and danced a small jig. The people in the Laundromat must have thought I was a crazy man.
*****
To be honest, Sue is not a raving beauty. But then again, neither am I. At five feet five inches and a hundred and twenty pounds, she was all solid woman. Dark short hair and dark brown eyes top a well-developed curvy body. She has a good sense of humor and is sensuous as a cat.
She's a fun person to be around, with a wild and crazy streak, when she wants to let it all hang out. Just the type person I needed to be around in my present mood.
There had never been anything sexual between us before. We just liked each other and considered ourselves friends. I figured we would go out and have a good time. Dance a little, drink a little beer, talk, and raise a little hell.
*****
Friday evening around seven, I arrived to pick her up. She had asked if I still had my old truck, so that's what I drove. It's a 1953 Chevy panel truck. I've completely restored it, along with hopping it up. It looks stock except for the wide tires and chrome rims, but you step on the gas and it will fly.
It has late model reclining bucket seats in the front and carpet over foam in the back. I'd even replaced the old AM Radio with a quad stereo system. There was a built in cooler behind the driver's seat and it was stocked with beer.
As I bounced out of the driver's seat, Sue came out the back door, and headed down the hill toward the driveway. I tripped over my own feet at how she looked. The other night she'd had on a baggy sweater and loose fitting slacks. Tonight she wore a pair of Levi's that had to be painted on, boots, and a man's western shirt knotted at the bottom of her rib cage.
I had seen her in a bathing suit, years before at a company picnic. Then she'd had a little bit of a belly and was chunky across the hips. This was not the case now. Wow, what a change.
After I got my feet untangled, I opened the door and held it for her to get in. She stopped in front of me and looked me up and down. "Well, if you ain't gotten better looking with age. Lost some weight too, I see. Single life must agree with you." She grinned broadly as she gave me a quick hug.
Monday night I had been dressed as sloppily as she had in a sweatshirt and old jeans. But she was right I had lost six jean sizes in the last eleven months. The last time she saw me I wore size forty pants.
"Thank you, very much but I'm not the only one. What happened to you? You look great."
She grinned and did a little, slow spinning turn. "My best girlfriend here has an aerobics studio, with a weight room. She's been a dear and helped me shape up."
Shape up wasn't the word for it. That flat, tight belly, with a cute little navel peeking over a heart shaped belt buckle had taken some work. I know, I'm still working on mine. Levi's can hide a multitude of sins or be a girl's best friend. This pair displayed Sue's ass to perfection.
The knot on that shirt accentuated her belly and breasts. The top three snaps were not snapped, allowing her breasts to play peek-a-boo.
She climbed up into the truck saying, "I'm glad you brought this old thing. I used to watch and listen as you left the lot at work. I've always wanted a ride in it. Boy, it sure looks better now that it's painted all one color."
I laughed as I went around and got in. She was sure right, I had waited until last to do all the body work and paint it. I fired it up and let it roll slowly back down her steep driveway, and out into the highway. Showing out, I stuffed it into first and hammered it. By the time I hit forth gear we were doing ninety.
The whole time, Sue had a death grip on the door handle and edge of her seat. But she was also laughing and cheering me on. There was a crooked section of road coming up so I backed off and coasted. The motor and exhaust quieted.
"That was wild," she said with a wide grin. "I had an idea this thing would be fast but I've never ridden in any truck or car like it."
We rode on down the highway, talking and joking. I told her there was beer in the box. She leaned over and snagged us two, giving me a teasing glimpse of her pointy breasts, riding high in her open shirt. I was having a good old time and truly enjoying her company. We had about fifteen miles of county road and sixty-five mile of interstate to cover.
Sue had suggested a new club that had just opened in the next town to the west. Just before we reached the interstate, she pulled a small can from her purse and some papers. She proceeded to roll a small, tight pin joint. This has always fascinated me, as I can't do it. When it comes to rolling, I may as well have ten thumbs.
She lit it and took a couple of slow hits. When she handed it toward me, I shook my head. She looked at me a moment and asked, "You don't smoke?
"No, I've tried it in the past but it mostly gives me a headache and causes other problems."
"What kind of problems does it.." She paused for a second or two and then finished. "Oh, I see. Makes Willie a little limp, huh?"
I grinned and glanced over at her. "Quite to the contrary Willie as you call him, raises his head and won't go away for two or three days. It can be embarrassing."
"You're joking, right?" She asked, continuing to look at me.
When I shook my head from side to side, she got this big grin and said, "I'll have to remember that and not start anything I ain't got a few days to finish." We both laughed.
*****
At the club, we shot pool, drank beer, talked, listened to the band, and danced. The poolroom was over crowded, the beer was warm, and the band stunk. The dancing was great except it was ninety-five degrees in the place.
Around ten, we had had enough. We had cold beer and a great stereo in the truck, plus it was cooler outside. We made our way to the truck, arm in arm. When I opened the door for her, she came up on her toes and kissed me on the cheek. I put my arms around her and planted one full on her lips.
After a second's hesitation from surprise, she returned the kiss with a startling amount of passion. When we finally broke apart, we both went. "Woo!" and looked at each other a little differently.
"I always wondered if you were a good kisser," she said slowly and then took a deep breath. "Now I know. Boy, do I!"
"You're not bad yourself. You had better be careful though; you seemed to have woke Willie up." I replied with a grin.
She looked down at the slight bulge in the front of my jeans, grinned, ran an amazingly long tongue out, and licked her lips. "I'll take that as a compliment of the highest sort," she said with a laugh.
As she climbed into the truck, she said softly, "You better be careful, I haven't had supper yet."
"Oh, we can stop down by the interstate; I know this good little restaurant," I said seriously as I shut the door.
As I got in the truck, she said, "Food ain't what I had in mind. I kind of have this oral thing, if you get my drift." She licked her lips with that long tongue again.
I stared at her for a second or two. The only thing that came to mind to say was, "Don't threaten me, I might like it." We both laughed.
As I pulled onto the interstate and got the cruise control set, she moved between the seats and got two beers from the cooler. Still knelling on the floor she handed one to me. She set hers in the holder on the dash and crawled into the back.
"Hey, it's nice and comfy back here. Almost like a big vibrating bed." She laughed as she crawled back up to sit on her knees between the seats again. She had her left hand on my thigh, rubbing it lightly as she leaned her head against my arm.
She reached over and got her purse. She took out her makings and rolled another joint. This one was a little larger, I could see by the dash lights. She lit it and took a deep draw of it, holding it in a long time. She held it out to me with a big grin.
I took it and did the same thing. As I slowly exhaled, I thought, I might as well. I didn't have to be anywhere till Monday morning, nowhere important, anyway.
We passed the joint back and forth until about three- quarters of it was gone. Then she crawled toward the back again. After a few minutes, I glanced back to see where she was.
"Hey, keep them eyes on the road," she said sharply then laughed.
From the glimpse I got, I could tell she was lying at the very back of the truck with her head toward me. Her boots were lying on the floor nearer the front. A few minutes later, she came back up front to kneel between the seats again.
As she reached for her beer, I realized the western shirt was no longer knotted, nor was it buttoned up. As her right arm raised and reached out, her right breast and nipple were visible in the bluish green light from the dash.