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The Truck

Warning: This Story contains descriptions of intimacy and explicit language. 'Adults Only'

The ad said ‘Green, well-maintained, 2006 four door pickup with bed liner, serious offers only’. Cathy made a circle and continued reading down the ‘trucks for sale’ column in the Sunday paper. She had just signed on another carpenter for her growing business and needed to get a truck. So this morning she would call around and make appointments and do some tire kicking-for now. The man had his own transportation for all his tools, but she had been driving around in a beat up minivan that may have looked good in ’88, but today she spent more money on repairs to the body and engine than on her business.

Putting the paper aside, Cathy rubbed her eyes. The contracting business was a killer schedule. She had two full time crews that she constantly had to supervise, and now this guy was starting tomorrow, working independently on the building maintenance side of her shop. She had 112 units contracted, 100 of them needed little things done. Loose doorknobs, sticking windows, leaky faucets, no power to plugs and the list went on. Finally it became economically feasible to hire someone else to do the work when she signed on the last 20 units.

The clock read 8 am. She picked up the phone and started dialing. Around 10:30, she was done. Seven appointments had been set up for that day for her to look at trucks, tomorrow, another four. The price ranges were a little high, but her Dad had taught her that cash was king, and a small fortune sat in her fireproof safe, locket in the office closet. If she offered cash, the sellers tended to agree to lower prices, especially if they owned the vehicle out right. Confident about the day ahead, Cathy went upstairs to take a shower.

Pulling up in front of a yellow and white ranch style house Cathy could see that it looked due for lawn service. Grass grew high at the edges of the lawn at the fence. Last year’s foliage remained stuck in an overgrown flower bed on the right side of the front porch. The hedges on the left blocked half of the picture window and started to encroach on the driveway. And there, on the far side of the double drive, with a ‘for sale’ sign in the window was the green four-door pick up.

Climbing out of her minivan, Cathy had her eyes riveted to the gleam of the highly polished surface. She walked slowly to the majestic work horse, running her fingers over its smooth, unscratched surface. The green was a rich pine color, accented by detail stripes of purple and maroon running down its sides. No dent marred its pristine surface, not even at the rear, where most trucks took their biggest hits. The bed liner looked new, and there was no evidence that much had been transported back there. The only transgression, if one would call it that was the large ‘boot’ on the back driver side wheel to prevent it from being driven away prematurely.

Someone had taken great pride in this truck. She could imagine them every Sunday washing, waxing then detailing the body, getting the weekly dirt to disappear from site. Cathy let out a low whistle and knew that the seller would get their bluebook value without an argument.

“Want to see inside?” A voice from behind her broke her concentration. Turning around to greet the owner, Cathy was surprised to meet a woman a few years older than herself standing with the assumed keys in hand. She wore loose fitting jeans, and a man’s grey button down shirt that shook in the light breeze. Her face was controlled, masked even, her eyes muted by some hurt that had been around awhile. Her shoulder length brown hair had been tied back with a stub of a tail and loose strands of hair flitted over her blue eyes.

Offering her hand, Cathy introduced herself. The woman was polite, but the handshake was weak on the other woman’s side. Her name was Shannon, and the look that was exchanged between the two women told the other volumes without a word. They shared the same lifestyle, but that was all they knew.

Not wanting to pry into the woman’s obvious distress, Cathy decided to stick to business. “I never expected the truck to look so good. Can I see the inside?”

Shannon stepped forward and unlocked the driver side door. “This is a 2006 Chevy S10, as you can see, low mileage, very clean, well-loved truck.”

Climbing up using the floorboards, Cathy could feel the power the 4WD possessed even before she thought to start the engine. She caressed her hands over the steering wheel while her eyes roamed over the details of the dash; AC, CD, and the roominess the cab provided. She was smitten, and the other woman knew it.

“I’m asking bluebook. Not interested in less. If you want to take it off my hands, you need to get it registered it in your name, acquire insurance and present the updated information before I take the boot off.”

Cathy was still swooning over the grey interior and caught most of what the woman said. Shannon spoke as if she had rehearsed the words or at least said it numerous times before. Not wanting to make the deal yet, Cathy’s father had ingrained the art of negotiating into her. She had already decided on a number but she had to check everything about the truck before making her offer.

“Let’s pop the hood, and then start her up.”

Twenty minutes later they had a deal. “I’ve got the contract inside for you to sign as well as the title. The keys stay with me until you fulfill the other requirements.” Shannon was adamant about those points.

Stepping through the front door, Cathy could see that the interior was better maintained. The room had been recently vacuumed and dusted. There was a TV stand but no TV, loose cable wires were tucked down behind the piece of furniture and there was no sofa where a sofa must have once been placed. No stereo could be seen, but she could see a modest collection of CD’s in the corner.

Shannon invited her into the clean kitchen. “Coffee?” Shannon was visibly more relaxed once she had gotten inside the house.

“Please.” Cathy sat at a two person breakfast table in the corner. Shannon started the coffee prep.

Clearing her throat, Cathy had to ask the question. “So…why are you selling the truck? I know it’s none of my business, but I would like to know some history.”

Shannon looked at Cathy through the corner of her eye. “I’m not really interested in talking about it.” She continued to take out two mugs, sugar, and cream and place them on the table.

“That’s OK I just find it curious that the truck looks as though it just came off the showroom floor...” Cathy looked at a fascinating thumbnail. Truth was she was dying of curiosity. It was obvious that some tragic event happened, more than likely a break up and this woman got the short end of the stick, save the truck.

Shannon sat down across from Cathy while the coffee brewed. The woman sitting across from her had a nice face, and hadn’t tried raking her over the coals with the price of the truck. There had been several offers, but the guys thought they could get a steep discount because they were dealing with a woman. When Cathy arrived, Shannon was ready to send her on her way if she offered the same. But, instead, she had oohed and ahhhed over the truck’s pristine interior, and did the same over the engine. When it came to negotiating, she offered cash, only a few hundred dollars less than the asking price. Paid on site, Shannon couldn’t pass up the deal.

“My girlfriend left me.” Shannon’s face briefly closed to keep the sorrow at bay. Her companion sat silent as if offering a chance for her to heal a little by talking. “Jennifer and I were together five years. She was a gadget junkie with a small wallet. When ever she had a few extra bucks, she spent it on the latest electronic gizmos advertised on TV. I bought the truck for her when her car finally broke down. She loved that thing. Spent more time caressing it than…well.” Tears fought for release but Shannon wouldn’t let them.

Cathy reached across the table and placed a comforting hand on Shannon’s arm. ”You don’t have to tell me anything. I understand.” She didn’t want the woman to lose it in front of a stranger. She knew how embarrassing that would feel, but Shannon kept on.

“Two months ago, I came home to find she had moved out with all her gadgets. I was surprised that the truck was still here. Then I remembered that it was registered in my name, it was legally mine.” She sighed, letting her repressed feelings come to the surface. Tears started their downward trek. Jumping up from the table, Cathy grabbed the box of tissues she spied on top of the refrigerator, giving it to Shannon. Then she moved her chair closer to offer the kind of support only found with in personal space.

“What happened?”

“Apparently, she’d been having an affair with her boss. When things got serious between them, Jennifer left, moving in with that woman.”

“How did you find out?”

Shannon chuckled a little. She wiped the corner of her eyes and gathered her thoughts. “She called two weeks ago asking for the truck.”

“I can guess what you said.” A few more strands had fallen out of the scrungie; Shannon brushed them absently behind her ear. Cathy thought that despite the red eyes and the moist face, the woman was very beautiful.

Shaking her head, Shannon looked at Cathy and said that a ‘hell of a fight’ ensued. “Jen argued that it was a gift, and that she had every right to have it. But I stood my ground. She was mad!” She wiped her eyes again, smiling at the memory of that small victory. “I put the boot on, just in case she decided to pay it a visit one night.”

“Did she call back?”

“Only about the boot.”

‘She could damage it in some way…”

“The truck?” Shannon shook her head “I’m not worried. She loves it too much.”

The two women sat quiet for a while, the clock chimed four. Shannon looked up at the woman sitting next to her. Cathy was attractive and soft to the eyes. Her compassion and respectful nature made her a catch and was most likely a woman with a girlfriend. Cathy looked up and Shannon felt a familiar ache long dormant.

“How about that coffee?” Shannon stood so that her thoughts didn’t keep drifting in the wrong direction: below the waistline.

Conversation turned to less personal topics. They spent the next hour talking politics, work, dreams, and families: girlfriends were left by the wayside. Cathy found herself relaxed and appreciating that rare kind of conversation with a stranger. Shannon, too, smiled quite a bit and even teased Cathy about doing a ‘man’s job’.

When the clock announced five pm, Cathy gathered the empty cups and brought them over to the sink. She put the cups into the left over dishwater to soak. She felt a sharp pain from a submerged knife cut into her left middle finger. She cried out and immediately started sucking on the injury.

Jumping from the table, Shannon insisted on looking at the wound.

“I’m Ok, really.” Cathy tried to be nonchalant about the whole thing but the soap stung the raw nerves that were now exposed.

“Don’t be such a hero and let me have a look.” Brushing aside her resistance Shannon pulled on Cathy’s arm with the injured finger.

Relenting, Cathy held out the finger. Blood immediately started to gush out of the wound. “Shit!” Shannon grabbed a paper towel and applied direct pressure. “Come on, let me clean you up!”

She dragged the injured woman down the hall and into the bath. Cathy stood transfixed, watching the back of Shannon’s head as the woman attended to the wound. Holding the bleeding appendage over the sink, Shannon poured Peroxide directly on the cut.

“Ouch!” She looked at her finger then, white and red bubbles popping as they ran into the drain. Shannon poured again.

“Ah! I’m Ok, REALLY!” Shannon just leaned forward and blew on the finger, sending a warm chill down Cathy’s spine. Her nurse poured another round and again, blew. The gentle blowing from Shannon’s lips did the trick of distracting Cathy from her pain. Her eyes glazed over and then they began to smolder.

Shannon noticed Cathy’s change in breath. The earlier ache she felt came back stronger.

Securing the band aide to Cathy’s finger, Shannon asked if she was OK now. The response she got was a firm kiss on the lips.

Shannon’s body responded quicker than her mind. The soft lips that claimed her own became insistent when their bodies collided. Arms wrapped around each other, the heat from their surprise passion grew into desperation. Shannon fought for only a moment in a quest for sanity, but the reclamation of her passion was stronger.

Pushing Shannon urgently against the bathroom wall, Cathy kept her lips securely to Shannon’s while her hands explored the unfamiliar body grinding against her sex. Shannon moaned as Cathy began a rhythmic pulse with her hips, working the woman into a frenzy of desire.

Shannon gasped for air and pushed Cathy off of her. The other woman looked questioning. “Wait. I…”She caught her breath “I...want to be in the bedroom!” A hungry smile crossed the younger woman’s face. They nearly tripped over each other as they ran into the bedroom.

Resistance lost, Shannon’s hands found the belt that slowed her attempt to get at Cathy’s source of desire. The buckle caved under her finger tips all the while she kissed the other woman fervently. Breath short, wet lips and animal hunger overpowered the restrictive clothing.

Rolling Shannon onto her back, Cathy took a moment to look at the woman’s body. The pale skin, now flushed with desire, lay expectantly and needful, awaiting her touch. Cathy obliged. Bending forward, she sat straddled, sex to sex, and heat to heat, their pulses echoed off each other as the lovemaking began in earnest. Cathy brought her lips down to the soft throat beneath her. Skin jumped each time she kissed, chills of excitement encouraged her on.

Shannon’s hands ran through the short locks of this lover, slowly pushing Cathy’s head to her most urgent need. Cathy delightfully lingered on sensitive nipples, taking pleasure in the moans that came deep from within Shannon. Building her need, Cathy’s moist lips sucked and pulled and traced the areoles, first one then the other and pulled on the most sensitive nubs. Having forgotten how good this felt, Shannon insisted that Cathy suck and knead her soft breasts until her pussy lost patience.

“I need you now Cathy!” Shannon’s voice croaked. “Touch me, touch me deep!”

But the other woman kept her mouth on Shannon’s breasts. Instead, her uninjured hand crept lower, to the very cleft of Shannon’s desire. The slickness of the woman’s excitement put Cathy’s level of need higher. A low moan escaped from deep with in her core.

Pushing her lower, Shannon wanted to feel Cathy inside of her. Needing her lips to suck her clit like she did her now satisfied nipples, Shannon lost all perspective of reality when Cathy’s tongue flitted over her stub.

“Shit girl! I love your wetness!”

“Talk to me! Tell me what you feel as you fuck me!” Shannon’s voice was low and demanding.

Cathy smiled; her own muscles clenched their response.

Looking at the beauty of the older woman, Cathy’s joy floated in the air as she began her quest to make Shannon cum. “My fingers enjoy the silkiness of your cunt.” Cathy began rubbing the outer reaches of Shannon’s labia folds. She teased the woman as she penetrated further and then withdrew. “I can feel the heat and your need to wrap yourself around my fingers.”

Shannon gave a guttural reply, her eyes closed, her mind lost to sex.

With her left hand, Cathy gently rubbed her lover’s clit between her thumb and forefinger as her right hand slowly put one, then two fingers deep with in the recesses of Shannon’s pleasure.

“Huhmmm.”

"I want to move your body as it rises to my touch.”

Shannon’s hips responded, Cathy then plunged two more in. The moans she heard only encouraged her on. With four fingers stretching Shannon’s pleasure, Cathy began to work the fingers in and out, rhythmically, steadily then with a bit more urgency as Shannon began to rock on the woman’s fingers.

“God, you clit looks so inviting, just waiting for my lips to give it shelter!” Cathy didn’t wait for a reply; instead, she leaned her salivating mouth downward and started sucking on the twitching nub.

“I’m gonna cum!” Tears peaked out from the corners of Shannon’s closed eyes.

“Come on baby!”

”I…I….Oh Shit!”

Shannon’s explosion hit. Her legs tightened around Cathy’s ears, as the other woman kept to task. She felt the walls of Shannon’s vaginal passage close tightly around the fingers she had planted inside and only released her attention when the other woman relaxed.

Crawling up to Shannon’s face, Cathy placed tender kisses along the route, tasting the beads of sweat and pleasure found there. The two women kissed tenderly as Shannon felt the last of the after vibrations subside.

Cathy waited until Shannon finally opened her eyes. When they did, she saw pure desire and realized quickly that Shannon was now in charge.

A satisfied smile was planted on Shannon’s face as she woke to a Monday morning filled with new possibilities. Money in her pocket, the last of the past sold and she was sore in all the right places. Gonna be a great day!

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