The Lost Trucker (The Trucker Saga) (2 page)

“Buck up buttercup!!”

  I woke with a start and couldn’t figure out why I was breathing so hard. With how sweaty I was I must have been dreaming about Beau again. It is going to be hard to get over him.  We spent almost 6 and half years together. He was my first and what made it even harder is that we had been friends for about 8 years before we started dating. Beau of course had lost his virginity to some random girl at a party the summer before our freshman year. Beau is a very attractive young man; he is about 6 foot 1, with blondish brown hair and piercing blue eyes that have a halo of green around the outside. He has played football ever since he knew how to run with a ball so his body is to die for. Toned, muscles in places I didn’t know men could have. I can still remember our first time together just like it was yesterday.

  “Are you sure about this Faith? I don’t want you to tease me like you have done in the past.” Beau says to me as I spread my legs open for him to do whatever he is going to do to me.

“Yes Beau, I want you to take me. I want you to show me what being 100% in love feels like. I want you to just show me.” I was pleading with Beau as I started to cover myself up with the sheet that was next to me.

  “Don’t you even think about covering up that sexy little body of yours Faith I want to see you in all your glory while I am taking control of your body with mine. Now, are you ready?” Beau asks as he leans down and covers my mouth with his and sticks his tongue deep inside, all I can do is let out a little moan.

   I had been faithful to myself and made Beau wait till we were together for 2 years before I even thought about going this far with him but before this it was just limited to heavy petting.

“Yes, Beau.
I am ready. And if you ask me one more time I am going to tell you to get the hell off me.” I said with my snarky little attitude.

   I am a feisty redhead and I take
after my momma; at least that’s what my daddy and eldest brother Will tell me
.
I am about 5 foot 3 on a good day and I am curvy in all the right spots. I started to develop at a young age so I am pretty top heavy but Beau seems to like it.

  Beau starts gliding his hands down my body and reaches my ample breasts and lets out a little growl; “God Faith, why do you have to be so perfect? I could get lost in your body all day long.”

He hooks his hands behind my back and lifts me from the bed a little and releases my bra, which in turn makes my breasts fall out of their comfy place inside the soft cups of my bra. He lays me back gently on the bed and starts his assault on my nipples; licking, sucking and nibbling on one of them while he plays with the other one between his pointer finger and thumb.

Once he has both of my nipples standing at attention he slowly starts to descend down my body and licks around my belly button and kisses both my hip bones,

The only noises that I can think to make are the sound of me growling, moaning and sucking air through my teeth. He has never made me feel like this before, if this is how it is going to be every time, I am going to be addicted to sex with Beau.

   He reaches the apex between my thighs and grabs my feet and places them on his shoulders while he runs his finger up and down my soaking wet folds.

“
Mmmmm
, Faith. Who knew that your pussy was going to be this good looking and smell divine, I wonder how it tastes?” He says as he starts to lick and move his tongue in a circle over my bundle of nerves, I start to buck my hips off the bed just as he slips a finger inside me and I start to come unraveled.

“Beau, if you don’t stop I am going to cum.” I say in a voice that resembles a whisper.

“Yeah baby, let yourself go. I got you; I’m not going to let you fall. It is just you and I now Faith. No one will ever come between us. I promise. I love you so much.” He says back to me and he stops what he is doing abruptly and gets up on his knees in between my legs and leans down and takes one of my nipples into his soft hot mouth and it is my undoing.

“BBBBEEEAAAAUUUU!!”
I scream as I am rocked with my first real orgasm; wow, I have never felt anything like it.

  He sits back a little bit on his heels and starts to snicker a little bit. “Damn, I will never get that image out of my mind, Faith. That was the hottest thing I have ever seen.”

*****

I roll over and look at the clock again. Shit! It’s almost ten. I must have been laying here fantasizing about what my piece of shit ex did to me the first time we were together. But with Beau it always seemed like the first time every time we made love.
Ugh! Time to buck up buttercup and get your ass out there and find a job
.

Work it girl!!

  I took a shower to wash away the evidence that I had gotten myself off thinking about what Beau used to do to me; and how it made me feel. I really needed to find a new man. The shower was the most refreshing thing that I have ever felt or at least have felt in the last couple of days.

    I dress in my orange and yellow halter-top sundress that I had bought at a street fair when I first got here and some tan wedges
.
I slip in some earrings, and arrange my hair in a messy bun on top of my head. It is way too hot in Kentucky right now to really be concerned about how I look. All I care about is that I look good enough to hopefully land a job at the greasy truck stop up the road. I guess things could be worse I could be working as a stripper or even worse a hooker to the truck drivers in the car park, I shudder at the thought.

   I check myself one last time in the mirror and I look fine enough to go to this grubby truck stop.

   I walk into the diner part of the truck stop and I am instantly hit with the smell of stale smoke and years of fried foods. The floor is black and white checkers; well I am presuming they used to be white.  The booths were phone box red and the chairs too.  By the looks of things it hasn’t had a make-over since the 1970’s with wall art from the 1950’s.  The walls were a mixture of white where a picture had been and a yellow brown from the years of accumulating oil and nicotine mixture.  My stomach is churning and if I didn’t need this job so bad then I would have walked out. I feel overdressed and four decades out.

There was a counter to my right in a half moon shape and a window looking into the kitchen.  There stood a woman who seemed to
be giving a man instructions on how to use the washing machine. I cautiously walk up behind the man and wait my turn to speak to her. She is a mousy looking blond that has obviously dyed her hair one too many times and has been under the tanning lamps too much; she almost looks like she rolled herself in Doritos and called it a tan.

    “It’s open seating, you seat yourself. I will be with you shortly.” She says thru the side of her mouth as she is getting change for the man from the till.

   “Oh, I’m not here to eat. I am here to see if you’re hiring.” I say just a little louder than a whisper just loud enough for only her and
I
to hear it.

  
“Yeah, here. Fill this out and be back here at noon to do an interview. Got any experience? You know what, don’t tell me. You look small town and we small town women have worked our asses off for centuries to keep our heads afloat.” She says as she starts to walk away from me. I look at the clock on the wall, it’s a little after ten now.

    So I have about two hours to fill out this application and get all my information together because something tells me that I am going to land this job. I am not however about to fill it out in here, although the coffee smells good I need some air. I get my phone out and start texting my brother to let him know I have an interview.

     I turn to walk towards the front doors when,
bam
! I run into a chest and am thrown back a few steps as I try and get my footing. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there
..
I was distracted.” I say in a small but urgent voice
.

I am not sure who this guy
is but he has to be around 6 feet 1, maybe around 190 pounds, his hair is a light brown, it almost looks highlighted. As I get up and look into his eyes they are the color of sand and you could get lost in them. He is wearing a loosely fitted pair of jeans with a band t-shirt that says
In This Moment
. The shirt is stretched enough so that you can make out the muscles of his arms, I can see a tattoo that runs down one arm and laces itself around his upper arm a little bit. I wonder how many more he has and where. His shirt is loose enough around his mid-section to see the ripples of his amazingly toned body, and the urge to run my fingers down them is overwhelming.

What I wouldn’t give to touch that. He looks so fucking hot, literally.  “Hello?” The guy waves his hand in front of my face.  He is looking at me with a cocked eyebrow and a dimple just to the left
of his mouth. If I wasn’t struggling to find my footing before I was now.

  “Well, shit,” h
e said. “Didn’t anyone tell you not to read and walk at the same time? You’re lucky you only just walked into me. I watched a girl the other day walk out into the crosswalk. She didn’t even see me until I blew my horn at her.” I hear a deep tone voice saying down to me.
Wait a minute, he was in the truck that almost killed me! He was driving the truck and he almost killed me!

  “You scared the
shit out of me! I thought I was a goner.” I say with an urgent tone.

 
“Ghost, ya comin’?” I look over to see a very handsome looking man with blonde hair that is long and slicked back on top of his head. He has a little bit of a 5 o’clock shadow on his cheeks and chin. I can see underneath his wife beater tank top that he has tattoos. You can also see that he is lean but muscular as his loose fitting jeans hang loosely on his hips. He is very attractive.

“Yeah,
Zig. I’ll be right there.” He said.

“Well, I guess I will see you around.” I say as I try and push past him but he steps closer and whispers into my ear.

  “I think you should stick around for a little while. I would love to get to know you. You can walk into me any day of the week” He breathes into my ear and sends a current right from my ear to my nipples, instantly making them hard and quivering with need. I step back and look at him square in the eye, my brothers and daddy didn’t raise a fool.

  “Ha! As if! I don’t want to catch something. I know what you guys do in the evening round here. So, no thank you!” I say with the only way I know how… attitude. I go to walk past
him but he moves a little so I have to brush past him.

“You’ll give in, babe. I promise that you will be mine at some point and you’ll love it.” He says to me as I am walking out the door of the truck stop.

I can do bad all by myself!

   All I can think about while I am walking around killing time is how his eyes seemed to look deep into my soul and wouldn’t let me go. What is it about him that makes me want to, want to what? Jump his bones or kick his ass. I have never been drawn to someone like I am to him since…

  Well, since I was 15 years old. My body responds differently when I am around HIM, whoever he is. I don’t understand what is happening to my body and mind. I shake it off and try to concentrate on my application form. I sit on a bench nearby and I fumble in my bag for a pen.

I walk back over to the truck stop and hope that he has left to go do whatever truckers do yet secretly hoping he is
there. Indoors I wonder if I will ever get used to the odor of eau de truck stop. Not a place to come with a hangover. I walk up to the counter and the mousy blond is there again. 

“Are ya ready for your interview?” She says with a very southern drawl to her voice that I didn’t notice earlier.

“Yes, I am. I have filled out the application and if you need any references you can call the numbers and the people I listed.” I answer her in the most positive tone I could possibly use and politeness that makes me sick normally.

  “Honey, you are at a truck stop wanting a job to serve food to some nasty and grubby looking men that decide it’s alright to drive for hours on end without taking a shower. Ya don’t need any references.” She says as we walk to what looks like a back room or office.

“I’m Layla. I am the manager/owner of this truck stop here. It was opened by my great ma and pa back in the 1950’s. We have twelve gas pumps, 6 shower stalls, 8 bathrooms, Rec room and of course the diner. Oh, and a laundry room for the guys to do their laundry, half of them don’t know how to use it so be prepared for them to ask you, then give them this.” She hands me a piece of paper. “I have printed off some instructions that a fool can follow. We don’t get many different drivers in here, every once in a while you’ll get someone from out of town but you can point them out.” She says while she is looking at me face to face now that she is sitting behind her desk. Layla seems like a nice person, someone I could talk to.  I feel so relaxed with her. She seems old enough to be my momma and maybe we could have a relationship like that.

Since she said that most the guys are regulars; I decided that at some point I would get up the guts to ask about the guys from earlier. I am sure she would be able to tell me something. I just want a guy, a normal guy.
A guy that is good enough to take home, someone that I am proud to be with. Someone who can love me for who I am and I for him, because hell I can do bad all by my damn self.