This is a story of fiction. I do not condone this behavior.
This could be part one of more to this storyline. Let me know in the comments if the story should move forward or of you enjoyed the story.
Let me introduce myself; my name is Lisa, and this is what happened when I turned eighteen, right after high school graduation. I had committed to an out-of-state college. I was looking forward to getting away from my overbearing mother. However, I was going to miss my dad immensely.
My dad was a long-haul truck driver who would be gone for weeks at a time during my childhood. My mom managed a laundromat that we have owned forever. Between my dad's work and the laundromat, they were able to provide the family with a good, middle-class upbringing in Texas. Mom was the typical strict, Christian mom for my older brother, Dan, and me. On the other hand, my dad was the reasonable parent who would hear you out on situations.
Growing up, my mother would complain about my father being soft and how much of daddy's girl I was. While my dad would complain, she was raising a momma's boy. Even though I would constantly complain about my mother, Dan would not defend her. She favored him, but Mom was as strict with him as she was with me.
When we would be off from school, Dad would ask us to go on the road with him. Dan never went on any of the long-haul trips. I, on the other hand, would go every time I could. During these trips, I learned how different my dad was on the road, as opposed to how he was at home. Dad would laugh, talk trash, swear, and be fun. He would always tell me, "What happens on the road stays on the road." He trusted me because I would never tell Mom anything about the trips. The only thing I would say about the road trips was they were long and boring.
Now, I had two and a half months left at home before I went off to college in Arizona. It was a Monday, and I had slept until ten. As soon as I got to the kitchen, my mother started badgering me. As we argued, she started telling me going out of state wouldn't work for me because I was too ditzy and naïve to survive. This was typical behavior for her. We were screaming at each other; when I heard my phone ding in the other room. When I looked at my text messages, it was my father. He told me his route was going to bring him back through town. I asked him if I could go with him for the rest of the trip. He told me he would love it if I went on one last trip with him. I texted him back, "OK! When should I be ready?" He told me to be ready in two hours.
I returned to the kitchen and told my mother, "Well, we can continue this argument when I return from a long haul with Dad. He said I can go with him."
"Of course he did. What are you going to do when your father isn't around to dig you out of holes? What then?"
Mom wouldn't let it go, so I told her, "I'd love to keep arguing, but I gotta get my stuff together and be ready when he gets here." I then walked away and packed my clothes before taking a shower. After I got out of the shower, I could still hear my mother downstairs complaining about my dad and calling me stupid. I was becoming enraged and couldn't wait to get away from her. I hadn't gone on a long haul with my dad since junior high school. It was the perfect time to get out of this house and away from my warden mother.
Finally, Dad came through the front door. "Hey, you ready?" he yelled up the stairs.
"Yeah, Dad. I'm ready. I'll be right down."
Dad went to use the bathroom when my mother started in on him. We were supposed to get right back on the road. I heard them argue for a few minutes. My mother was badgering him that he shouldn't be bringing me on a long-haul truck drive. My dad very rarely yelled at anyone, especially at my mother. She had pushed him too far today. "It's Better than leaving her alone with you bothering her for a week! Leave her and leave me the fuck alone!"
Dad told me, "Let's go. We have to get on the road." My dad left his truck at the lot where he stores it when he's home. It is a quick twenty-mile drive to get back to his rig. My dad's truck had a nice sleeping cab. He worked on making his truck more comfortable over the past few years. He has a twin-size bed in the cab, with a fridge and a small closet. When I was younger, he kept a cot in the back for when I would travel with him. But it wasn't as nice as it is now.
He told me he had to deliver to Baltimore. Then we had a pickup in Boston. We were dropping that cargo in Florida. He told me, "Most nights, we are going to sleep in the cab. Until we get sick of the close quarters. Then, we'll go to a motel."
"Sounds like a plan to me, Dad. I'm excited to be on the road with you again." Being with my dad allowed me to not think about anything. We would eat unhealthy foods, talk, and have fun.
After a few hours on the road, I dozed off. When I woke up, it was dark, and we were still driving. My dad informed me that he had stopped for food. He put my dinner in the fridge while letting me know where the snacks were. I went in the cab to heat my food in the microwave and set up the cot. After eating, I closed the curtain to change into my sweatpants and set up the cot. I felt relieved to take my bra off and free my breasts. They may be small, but bras suck and are uncomfortable. I looked in the closet for the cot. I didn't see it. "Dad, where's the cot?" I asked.
"Fuck, I haven't had that in truck for years. We are about an hour away from the stop. We will figure it out when we stop. Sorry, Lisa." I really didn't want to sleep on the floor tonight. I laid on the bed to see if there was any way we would both fit. I am a petite girl. I'm five foot four with a thin build. Don't get me wrong, I have curves like any other woman. My hips are wide enough, my thighs are thick, and my stomach is tight from being on the swim team throughout high school. I have a nice, firm, round bum and perky B-cup breasts. My dad was tall, but he wasn't a big guy. He had a thin frame. This might work for one night, I thought.
We finally pulled over at a rest stop. Unfortunately, I was wide awake. Dad came in the cab and said, "Do you think we can both squeeze into the bed for tonight and get a cot tomorrow?"
I was relieved he didn't want me to sleep on the floor. "I think we can fit. It's only for tonight." My Dad asked me if I needed anything before, he shut the cab lights off. "No. I think I'm good, Dad."
Dad cut the lights, and it was pitch dark in the cab. Then he said, "Hey, Lisa. I didn't think this through. I'm so used to being alone. I didn't bring sweatpants or shorts. I only have boxer shorts to wear. I am going to sleep on the floor."
I felt horrible. For people who don't know, sleeping on a truck cab floor is horrible. "Dad, it's OK. They are shorts. Don't sleep on the floor. It's only for tonight. We can get you some pretty pink sweatpants tomorrow."
My Dad liked to be a smart ass sometimes. "Running your mouth on the first night. I figured you wouldn't start until the third night."
"Shut up, Dad, and get into bed before I make you sleep on the floor in your own truck." To be honest, it was pitch dark in the cab. I was facing him and could make him out in the darkness, but when I heard his zipper go down and saw him taking his pants off, it did something to me mentally. I watched his silhouette move towards the bed. As my father got in bed, it was a tight fit. A warmness overtook my body. We were under the covers and sharing a pillow. My Dad wrapped his arm around me as we were facing each other. My body continued to get warmer and warmer. I blew it off, thinking, it is the small space and body heat, Lisa. Stop acting like a weirdo, Lisa. I kissed him on his cheek and told him, "I love you, Dad. Good night." Dad told me he loved me and fell asleep within minutes.
There really weren't any options for me to get comfortable. I fell in and out of sleep all night. One of the times I woke up, Dad had an arm wrapped around my bare waist as he snuggled me. My initial thought was how awkward this position had felt. When I heard him snoring, I realized he had no idea what he was doing. The reason it was awkward is I could feel his penis. Even though I had my back to him, it was hard not to notice. I thought if I pushed back, he would move. So, I pushed my bum back. To my surprise, Dad gripped me and pushed forward, pressing his penis into my butt cheek. My body started to heat back up. I had forgotten how much of a heavy sleeper my father was. This brief interaction had my mind racing. I wasn't mad, nor did I feel like it was intentional. My boyfriend, Jack, and I have been together for two and half years now, and we have had sex numerous times during our relationship. I thought I understood what is intentional and unintentional when it comes to men. My belief was this situation was unintentional. I eventually fell back to sleep.
However, when I woke in the morning, Dad had removed the blanket from his body. He was on his back, with his leg draped over me. When I looked down, his penis had come out of the front of his boxers. I almost gasped. I never thought about my dad's junk. But, from what I saw, he was much more gifted than I would have guessed. He was definitely much bigger than Jack. It was obvious he was still in a deep sleep, so I wasn't upset. I did look at it for a little too long. When his alarm went off, I closed my eyes quickly. I waited for him to move, notice it, and put it back in his boxers.
Once I knew he was decent, I opened my eyes, telling him, "Good morning, Dad. I hope you slept well. Are we heading out soon?"
Dad told me, "Actually, I slept really well. I wasn't looking forward to sharing that tiny bed. How about you?"
I was surprised he slept so comfortably with me in the bed. Every time I woke up, he looked at peace. I couldn't tell him why I didn't sleep well. He would lose his mind. "I slept well too. I was surprised at how comfy I was. Are we getting breakfast soon?"
Dad's response surprised me. "Me too. Maybe we skip getting the cot until one of us has a bad night's sleep. Yeah, there's a diner down the road. By the way, the truck stop we are going to tonight has shower stalls. I've used it before. It is well-kept. I wanted to make you aware before you started asking. If we are going to be in close quarters, I don't need you stinking the place up." He said with a chuckle.
I feigned offense at that comment. "I didn't see you complaining about my smell last night. But, while we're talking about it, I did notice a funky odor coming from your side of the bed." I liked it when my father was playful. Normally, he was quiet. I think a lot of that has to do with my mother being such a bitch. But, when he's playful, he can be hilarious and talk trash with the best of them.
