... "Melanie had only two visitors while she was in the hospital. I know one was her lawyer, the other, I shudder to even speculate on."
"Why," I asked?
"Melanie has a lot of old family connections and is well acquainted with many people, from Doctors to truck drivers and others, who earn their living, doing less reputable work."
"Did either you or Melanie call the cops and what happened to the neighbors."
"I'm getting to that. And No. Melanie forbad me to file a police report.
"Her husband, Stan, owned a small construction company. Only days after meeting with her second visitor, Stan began to have a run of very bad luck. It started with labor problems and OSHA was called in, assessing him with heavy fines. Next, a bank called in one of his commercial building loans. Strangely, the IRS also picked this time to audit Stan's books. The list of his financial and business problems seemed to grow by the day.
"About a month later, Stan and the neighbors, a Mr. and Mrs. Sloan, were arrested by the local police, down in Hermosillo, Mexico, for drug trafficking. It seemed that the Sloan's were approached with a business deal that would make them a lot of money. The only snag was that they would have to buy, create or find someone who owned a construction company that could be used as a front. They approached Stan and he saw this as a way to solve his money problems, so he agreed to partner up with them. They were found guilty and to the best of my knowledge are still in a Mexican prison.
"Now, John, it's your turn, in detail, tell me everything that happened."
As I was giving Carol a blow by blow description of last nights sex, I found myself analyzing every move that was made, every word that was spoken and I realized with a slight panic, that if I had said or done the wrong thing, I could have, fucked up Melanie's head even worse.
Evidently, Carol picked up on it. "John, stop. Do not start analyzing yourself and Melanie. If you do, you'll kill your feelings for her and mess up your relationship."
I picked up on the words FEELINGS and RELATIONSHIP and felt a prickly heat begin to rise up the back of my neck and for a reason, that I am sure only Doctor Sigmund Freud could explain, I became defensive.
"What are you talking about, you make the words feelings and relationship sound like something more than what they are!"
"Aaa Haa! A tender nerve I see. Anyway, you're dense and Melanie is stupid, so there is no sense in me wasting my valuable time. Don't you have a tank or a tractor or something to drive to Denver or where ever it is you go?"
"As a matter of fact, I do."
"Good," she said. "The keys to my Saab are there on the wall key rack. You take the car back to the motel, leave the keys at the desk and I'll have the dealership pick it up for servicing. That should work out well for everyone. I'll give you a call or two, during your absence."
She stood, walked over and hugged me to her and whispered, "You have wormed your way into my heart in only two days. I will miss you while you're gone, so, please be safe."
She kissed me gently on the lips and said, in a commanding voice, "Now go."
Three days out and for the first time ever, I felt homesick. I missed a call from Melanie, because I had no cell signal in the desert, East of San Antonio and promised myself, I'd give her a call when I stopped for the night.
I pulled into a Petro Truck Stop to fuel up, shower and spend the night. My cell phone rang, as I was waiting in a line of trucks to fuel. "Hello, John here."
"You are such a dumb shit, John Drake. If you had a brain and any common courtesy..."
There was no mistaking Carols voice. "Mom," I said. "Mom is that you?"
"You really are an ass. You know perfectly well who this is and I've called to give you a piece of my mind. -- Melanie is worried sick. She has called me more times. - She even admitted, that she had. --- Forget it, I'm not saying another word. -- John, call her. I expect you to grovel, plead for forgiveness and if you don't say sorry at least ten times, I'll, call you a lot worse than a dumb ass. Good by John! -- Oh, I expect you to call me later and tell me how you begged for forgiveness and I'll know if you're telling the truth, cause I'm going to compare stories."
The line went dead.
It was now my turn at the pumps, and I just sat there as fear slithered over me. I wanted to call Melanie, I had wanted to call her from the minute I climbed into my truck, but I was afraid to. What was I going to say? "Wow baby, we had great sex! I can't wait to come home and fuck you again." That would go over big.
I certainly couldn't blurt out, Melanie I love you and I have from the moment I met you. Melanie is a sweet, kind and caring woman. Any feelings she has for me, comes from her compassion for others. I saw it in her eyes, when she first looked at Kay and I'm sure her feelings for me are not that different.
I told myself, that somehow, I would have to control this emotion of mine and that I needed to put it into perspective. I had no desire to lose her or Carols love and friendship. The blast from an air horn brought me to my senses. I drove to a parking spot without fueling, I could do that tomorrow. Now, I had to call Melanie.
The phone was answered in an excited voice, that almost melted my resolve. "John, I'm so glad you called, is everything ok are you all right?"
"Melanie, before I say anything else, I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. Ok, now Carol won't beat the crap out of me and will stop calling me an insensitive shit. She made me promise to say I'm sorry ten times.
"Melanie, I know, I should have pulled over during the day and taken the time to call, but I just didn't think... Well, anyway, I hope you can except my apology."
"Oh John, it's nothing. I was just worried about you and I'm relieved that everything is fine. -- I should call Carol and yell at her for making you feel bad about not calling."
The conversation moved on to the weather, my trip, Melanie's job, and as it flowed, it became more comfortable and bonding. After two hours and three minutes, according to my cell phone, I begrudgingly said good night and promised I'd call tomorrow night, despite the two hour time difference.
As my trip went on, I found myself taking pictures with the digital camera that I kept in the truck, e-mailing them to both Melanie and Carol. I sent pictures of mountains, sunsets, saguaro cactus, roadrunners, coyotes. Anything I found interesting, I took a picture of. Melanie would talk about the pictures I sent and say things like, You are so lucky to travel and see these things, and I wish I was with you. Carol would send me dirty jokes, mostly about doctors, lawyers and blondes.
On my trip East, Carol and Melanie weren't the only women to call. Carla and Ike wanted to know when I'd be arriving in Atlanta. When I left them two weeks ago, I was anxious to return. Now, what I wanted most was to turn around and go home, to be back with Carol and most of all Melanie.
I got unloaded and before calling Ike and Carla, I called my next pick up point and asked if there was any chance they could load me a day early. I was told, no promises, but if the night crew had time, they would do what they could and call me whenever the load was ready. I thanked them and then called Carla's number.
She offered to come over and pick me up at the truck stop. I explained I had an early load pickup so it would be easier for me to bobtail over to their apartment. She gave me directions and an hour later I parked my tractor on the street in front of their apartment complex.
Ike was standing outside waiting for me. "Wow stranger, you are looking good. Come on in. Do ya want a drink?"
"No, sorry. If I have to drive tomorrow morning, I can't have any alcohol in my system."
"Bummer," was the response I got.
Carla came out of the bedroom, followed by, to put it kindly, a rather obese woman. Carla ran up to me and flamboyantly, threw her arms around my neck saying, "John my love, it has been a long two weeks," and she started to kiss me quite passionately. The blood that had been in my head rushed to my dick.
"Oh, John, I can feel how happy you are to see me." She said as she grabbed my now hard cock.
My introduction to the rather obese woman was very brief. "John, this is Tanya, she is a non believer."
"Hi Tanya. It's a pleasure." I held out my hand.
She looked at it for a moment, before giving it a dainty shake. "Hi."
Carla didn't seem to notice the cold response I got and went merrily on. "Oh, I'm so horny, I'll probably squirt the minute you put those magic fingers inside me."
Ike spoke now, "John, you said you were still learning, so we thought you would like a video of you making us squirt, so you can look at all the action later, do you mind?"
The thought intrigued me and I could definitely see the use of it. "Yeah, Ike, that's a real good idea, thanks."
Carla, with arms fluttering, "Come on, I'm ready."
She pulled off her t-shirt and yanked down her shorts. Yet again there was no panties or bra. "Less talk, more action, come on into the bedroom."
I stepped in and stopped in my tracks. It was like a porn studio. They had not one but three cameras and I guessed Ike was the camera person. There was a quart bottle of sensual lube, a life time supply for most people. There was a small pile of dildos and vibrators and a large stack of towels. These girls were serious.
"Ok, John, show Tanya how you can make me squirt." At that Carla flopped on the bed with legs spread. "John, you won't need much foreplay, I'm ready and I went to the bathroom just before you got here."
As I approached Carla, she started playing with her breasts, pinching her nipples and said, "Hurry John, or I'll cum without your help, and that's nowhere near as much fun."
I applied a healthy amount of lube to my fingers. Carla smiled and said, "You really won't need much of that."
I slipped my fingers over what I could see were very puffy outer lips. As my fingers touched her hard clit, Carla began to moan.
"Oh yeah John, just rub it a little more for me. Oh God yes," she cried. "See, I got myself ready for you, so now, I need you to make me squirt. Now John. Make me cum like before."
Sliding my fingers into her, I immediately found her very inflated and rock hard gland. No telling, how long she had been masturbating in order to get it that big and hard. This was going to be a new experience for both of us.
There was no warm up here, she was beyond ready. I tapped hard several times and her back arched instantly. With my left hand, I pushed down on her belly, just behind her mound, while pushing up and stroking inside. In less than twenty seconds she was screaming, thrashing her head wildly, her hands had the sheets clenched in them. Her body was heavily arched as she became a human fire hose. I reached up and started whisking my fingers over her clit as the first long stream ceased. There were several small shorter spurts that erupted with each of her body's subsequent aftershocks.
As she was lowering her hips to the bed, she was breathing in short whimpers. I placed my hand on her belly and was ready to plunge my fingers back in her, when Tanya lunged between Carla's legs. Tanya's face was buried in her cunt. The weight of it seemed to crush Carla back into the bed. Tanya was completely naked, not a very pretty sight as images of Carol and Melanie flashed in my mind.
