The miles slipped away under the wheels of the black truck. It had been almost 2 months since she had been through this part of the state. The road she was on led to the tiny truck stop and the pretty red head that she hadn't been able to forget. That wasn't like her, she never thought about the girls she bedded when she stopped for the night in a truck stop parking lot. Something was different about this one.
She hadn't even thought about bedding another girl for the first month after the encounter with Gina, but when her libido finally won out, the sex was hollow, without any fire. She had cum, but the orgasm was weak and almost forced.
So, she had taken a load that would bring her back to the little diner and hopefully the red head would still be there. It was late in the afternoon when she pulled into the parking lot of the truck stop. There were only a couple of cars in the lot, and it looked like the place was closed. 'No, it can't be closed. Sign on the door said 24/7, so must be it's just slow right now.
She parked the truck and left it idle to keep the cab cool. She was tired, but not as bad as she had been the first night. She walked to the door and peered through it before she opened it. Seemed like the only ones in there were the cook, one patron and Gina. She opened the door, and the entry bell went off.
Gina called,"Have a seat, I'll be right there" without turning around. She picked up the coffee pot and a menu and turned then to take care of the customer. She squealed and nearly dropped the pot of coffee when she saw the spiky, dusty blond head above the seat of the booth.
Donna had deliberately sat with here back to Gina. She wanted to see if the red head remembered her, or if she had just been a handy lay that sultry night 2 months ago.
Gina hurried over to the booth, hardly daring to believe that it was Donna. "Oh my God! I didn't think you'd ever come back this way! I'm so glad to see you! What will it be?" She said, taking out her order pad.
"Coffee, a lunch special, and a side of you for desert if you have the time." Donna said. Gina was busy writing when it dawned on her that Donna had just asked her back to her truck for some fun. "I nearly wrote that in my book!" She said, giggling. " Sure I'd love a repeat performance after work. I'll go get your order on."
She went back and handed the order to the cook and stood at the counter waiting for it to be ready. When it was, she picked it up, and took it and the coffee pot back to the table.
She sat the meal in front of the trucker and said, "You look like you have seen a lot of miles recently. You look tired."
"Well, yeah, I've been pushing hard, trying to forget something. You know what? It didn't work, I'm back here." She said, pondering her coffee. "You got time enough to sit and keep this old trucker company while I eat?"
Gina looked around at the nearly empty diner and said, "Yeah, I think this rowdy crowd will be fine without me for a bit." She sat across from Donna and just looked at her. She could see there was something on her mind, but years of experience had taught her that if someone wanted to talk they would in their own time and pushing the issue wouldn't help.
Donna ate in silence for a while and at length she spoke. "Well, talk to me. How did you end up in this place? What did you do to deserve this dead end job?"
Gina giggled. She said, "Well, I am a college graduate, just this past spring actually. I took this job cause it was close, and all I could find after my girl left me stranded here with nothing and no one. The woman I rent my trailer from was really nice to me, she let me live there free till I got this job, and I finally got the back rent paid up last month, so now I don't owe her anything, it feels good to be free for once. "
"Do you like working here?"
"Yeah, it's fun, I meet a lot of people. Some really interesting ones, but some are unforgettable." She pointedly looked at Donna as she said this.
"Yeah, I know the part about some people being unforgettable." Donna said, returning the stare.
Both women were squirming slightly in their seats, not wanting to admit that just being near the other was turning them on so much. The conversation continued, with Gina telling Donna how her ex had left her there during a road trip to celebrate the graduation, and how hurt Gina had been. How it had taken a long time for her to forgive her and go on with her life.
"What about you? How did you get to driving a truck?" Gina asked at length
"Well, my dad was a trucker, so mom told me, so I guess it is in my blood. I never met dad, and mom was a lot like you, a truck stop waitress I mean. She didn't have no fancy education, she barely made it out of 8th grade. But, she worked and put me through school; made damn sure I went too. She was killed a few years back so now I have no one; I've driven this rig now for 3 years, and I must say I enjoy it. Meet a lot of people, see a lot of things, and places."
"Did you ever think about settling down?"
"Nope, not yet anyway. I like my freedom too much. Though I do want to settle into my sleeper with you pretty soon. It's been a long hard day and I need to feel you in my arms and taste you again."
Gina blushed. She had to admit it felt good to be wanted again. "Finish your meal. I'm off in a couple of hours. That will give you time for a shower and a nap before we play."
Donna grinned. She ran a hand through the spiky hair and said, "Yeah, I could do with a shower, for sure. Those dusty roads don't do a thing for my complexion." She said, doing her best imitation of a glamour girl.
They both laughed at that and Gina went to take care of a customer who had just come in. From the counter the voice came, "Well, Ginny, I see your trucker is back. Guess that means you will be cutting out early today huh?"
"Darryl you know I only work half a day today, get off my case!" Gina said good-naturedly. Gina and the customers had a good relationship, she knew all the locals, and they all joked and ribbed each other. It was all in fun, and it was refreshing not to have to hide behind a straight facade here.
She had hidden the fact that she was gay all the while she was growing up, hid it from her parents, her friends, everyone. They wouldn't have understood. She was only free to be herself when she finally went away to college, and that was where she had met her ex girlfriend. She had fallen in love and they had spent the whole 4-year college stint as inseparable companions.
It was not until they were finished and on the road trip across the country just to see the sights, that she found herself, one morning, all alone in the little motel on the edge of town, her girl and all her money and possessions gone. A note on the pillow said "It's been fun, but I've got to live my life now. See ya."
