This is an EDITED draft and the second chapter of a multi chapter novel. Thank you taking the time to read this and enjoy.
Jessica woke the next morning feeling groggy and cold. Streaks of sunlight bore through the sides of a dark shaded window. She shut her eyes and snuggled under the warm covers. Instantly, her sleepy brown eyes flew open when she remembered where she was. Inside Wade Higgins's truck, a cozy sleeping berth to be precise.
The semis great diesel engine was rumbling and gently vibrating the bed. The driver wasn't in the truck though. She rubbed her temples. She'd spent the night with a trucker from Georgia, a good old southern boy.
Foolish? Perhaps, but she'd felt an instant and deep connection with him. She couldn't explain it or understand herself. Jessica moaned aloud. She'd thoroughly enjoyed the intensity of last night but she knew it wasn't more than a moment of passion stirred and agitated by the their distinct differences.
Each was fascinated by the other. Nothing more. Jessica convinced herself with dubious certainty. She rubbed her thighs together. His dried stickiness commingled with hers. Her insides ached, raw and throbbing. Wade's enormous shaft was perfectly proportioned to his large muscular structure, height and mass. She'd been enthralled by their primal and needful sexual encounter. Now however, she was scared shitless. She refused to believe she had feelings for the trucker. A trucker? Seriously? She must be nuts!
The last time she let her feelings guide her she fell in love with Steven. Her ex-husbands infidelity crushed her soul. After him she resolved to swallow her tears and harden her heart. Inherently she was a kind and loving person smothered in a fragile eggshell coating of sensitivity. After Steven left though an impenetrable and tough cocoon of determined resolve formed around her true essence.
'This was a mistake, a really big mistake.' Jessica realized. She would pack up and get out as quickly as possible.
A sexy, silky black blouse, a pair of stylish skin-tight designer jeans and high-heeled Italian leather boots were laid out for her on the bed. 'He'd rifled though my things?' She was irritated then perplexed. Jessica wore this outfit when she wanted to feel downright sexy. How did he know that?
This was completely illogical, so irrational. How'd Wade know to pick out this exact outfit? How could such a random man, a truck driver no less understand her so intrinsically after just meeting her last night? It was as if Wade peered into a crystal ball and could see her inner workings.
Jessica threw the covers off and began to scramble, quickly shoving all her possessions into her large duffel bags. She smelled like sex, she smelled like Wade, his very deep musky essence. His strong scent seemed to have permeated her, clung to her skin. She washed her face in the tiny sink and ran a brush through her long blonde locks.
This would be an interesting walk of shame, her first and only early morning stroll out of an eighteen-wheeler at a truck stop in Albany, New York. How could she get much lower than this? Her bags were packed and she hoisted them over shoulder, drew back the heavy curtain and found herself staring in awe out the windshield.
Frosty bits of snow and icicles clung to the glass and shimmered in the bright and blinding early morning sun. Wispy, sugary snowflakes softly blanketed the wet, slushy snowfall underneath. All around truckers were cleaning their rigs. The trucks diesel stacks were puffing black as tar smoke into the crisp winter air. Jessica stopped and gazed at the sight, taking a moment to marvel at the view from outside the windows all around her. Sitting this high up gave her a wondrous glimpse into the world from this lofty perspective.
A moment of regret knotted at her insides. If she bailed she'd miss everything, literally, down the road, the opportunity to travel into the guts and soul of America. When would she ever get another chance like this? This beautiful country was hers for the price of spreading her legs wide open for a tall trucker.
Jessica thoroughly understood that sexual intercourse was a primal need. That urgent call of nature had to be answered. It was her job to know how humans 'clicked.' Humans were sexual creatures. So she wasn't a prude by any stretch and didn't feel their mutual agreement was tawdry.
What worried Jessica was that she knew Wade was destined to become a dangerous emotional adversary because the line was becoming blurred with poignant, tender longing. He would try to knock her walls down with an enormous battering ram, namely his body. She couldn't let this trucker get under her skin like a chronic rash that hurt so good.
As Jessica opened the compact truck door and stepped out she forget she was so high off the ground and she nearly fell. Luckily she caught the trucks steel grab bar. Her high-heeled feet landed on the running board. She inadvertently dropped the duffle bags and her gear landed in a slushy pile of snow. Jessica exhaled a heavy sigh of relief. It was a long way down to the ground!
Suddenly, Wade appeared, darting out from the front of the truck. He clomped through the tall snow to help her. Jessica clung to the bar for dear life. She was in shock, wild-eyed, after nearly breaking her neck. She must look ridiculous. So much for making a quick getaway! She shouldn't skulk away though. They were rational adults. He would understand why she was leaving.
"Hey watch it! The first step is a doozey." Wade smiled up at her as he yanked off a pair of thick, grimy work gloves. One blue eye was tightly shut in an attempt to block out the brilliant early morning sunshine.
The bright golden rays of the sun did little to warm the sub zero temperatures. Wades face was red and raw. He was wearing a heavy-duty Carhartt duck coat with the collar turned up against the freezing wind. His huge black Red Wing work boots made enormous prints in the snow where he'd walked.
"Hey you look damn sexy darlin'! So you like the clothes I picked out, huh?" Wade looked her up and down clearly very proud and pleased she was wearing the outfit he chose for her.
Wade held up his hands. He expected her to leap into his arms? Jessica didn't understand why but she just trusted him to catch her. She leaned over and released her white-knuckle grip on the grab bar. He caught her firmly in his large, powerful arms. When the trucker saw the duffel bags burrowed in a nearby snow pile though his brow furrowed and his face became grim.
"Goin' somewhere Jessica?" he asked, the muscles in his mouth twitched with rage 'Like hell' he thought to himself.
"Wade, I've changed my mind. I won't be going with you."
"Umm, well why would you go and do a thing like that?"
'Jessica wanted to leave him? The mere thought of such a thing was incredulous.' Wade thought angrily. He felt she'd punched him square in the gut. His lungs felt robbed of air. 'Fucking hell...no way!' If she kept insisting on leaving she'd have him squirming on his belly, begging her to stay. No woman ever had his balls in such a tight sling before!
"Like what?" Jessica shook her head not understanding.
"Think you could leave without me puttin' up a fight?" he crossed his arms and glared down at her.
"Ok. Wade I'm leaving so please don't make this awkward and strained." She tried wiggle free but his hands remained in a viselike grip around her waist.
"Awkward, strained---really? I can still taste your pussy on my 'stache and mouth. You've got a whole lot of me swimming around deep inside you baby. We are waaay past 'awkward and strained'" he mocked her in a stilted and nerdy twang.
