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Sometimes the Good Guy Wins

By: Scorpio44a



[This story is about family, doing the right thing and the sometimes unexpected results of attempting to do the right thing. Sex between a man and a woman, between a man and another woman and sex between the three of them is a part of this chapter. All the sex happens between Roanoke, Virginia and Wyoming. There will be at least five chapters]

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There are things I'll do for family that I'd turn down as a job. Number one, family members don't pay as well as my regular jobs and number two, they're almost never ready when they're supposed to be ready.

The latest is a case in point. My sister called me three weeks ago and asked me to help her move. I knew something was really wrong. She and Frank had moved a year ago into a nice house just outside Winston-Salem. I didn't help with that move, they already lived in Winston-Salem and didn't need a trucker. Anyway, she called and asked for my help. I'm nosey so I asked what was up.

"Frank is screwing his secretary and she's pregnant!" LeeAnn said. I could hear the venom rising in her voice and I was instantly glad I wasn't Frank. Understand, sometimes my weird sense of humor gets loose before I can shut my mouth.

"So, am I moving you or his secretary?"

"Me! I'm not staying with that son-of-a-bitch one second longer than I have to!" She didn't think what I said was the least bit funny. I was afraid of the next answer so I didn't want to ask the question. I did anyway.

"Where am I moving you to?"

"Home. I already talked to Daddy and I can have the second house. The question I have for you is when?" Daddy and Momma lived on a farm. The second house was once the house where the foreman and his wife lived. Since Dad sold off half the land, he didn't need a foreman anymore. The second house had been vacant for five years.

"I'm guessing you want to go sooner rather than later?" I asked.

"You don't need to guess. If you could get here today, I'd want to leave tonight!"

"I'll have to make a few calls. I'll call you back in less than an hour."

I made the calls and rescheduled what needed rescheduling. Then I figured how much money I needed to break even. I was glad I wasn't on the west coast. Twenty-seven hundred dead head miles is crazy. I was in Roanoke, less than four hours away.

When I called LeeAnn she picked up on the first ring.

"Well? What's the news?" She asked.

"The news is I can be there tomorrow. That's the good news. The bad news is that I have to get paid for this. Not enough that I make money, but break-even money."

"How much?" Her tone wasn't upset or worried. That was a good sign. I gave her the number and started to explain what it was for, fuel, fees... and she cut me off. 

"I'll have the cash for you when you arrive."

"Have you started packing?"

"No. Frank is going to Richmond tomorrow for what he says is a business conference. He's going to be gone until Monday. As soon as he goes I'll start packing."

"Get boxes and lots of friends. The more friends and the more you get done before I get there, the faster we're on the road."

"Gotcha! Thanks big brother."

I had a good day and got my load unloaded, check cashed and my truck serviced and fueled. I'd been making runs in and out of Roanoke about once a month for almost a year. I knew where I could park my rig and where to get a good meal, with extras.

She worked at WSET-TV, the ABC affiliate in the area. She liked our arrangement. When I was scheduled into Roanoke I'd call her. She'd do whatever she could to be available and we'd go on a "date" while I was in town. Our date included her picking me up from where I parked my rig, taking me to her place where we played house for however many hours I had before I had to be back in the truck. Sometimes we left her place, but mostly she reminded me of the song from "Horse Whisperer", "Looking for a soft place to land." She was my soft place to land. There were two questions she didn't ever ask: Where are you going and when will you be back.

When I parked my rig I called her. A feminine voice at the station asked if she could help me. I asked, "May I speak to Kathy Prentis please?" She said was expecting the call, it had been long enough. She said she'd be there in an hour. She was.

We had a wonderful evening together and in the morning she dropped me back at my rig on her way to work. Inside the vanity in her bedroom I left an envelope. The one time I had offered her money directly she asked if I thought she was a whore. Ever since that time, I put money in an envelope and leave it there. Feeding me isn't free and I like to know being with me has more benefit for her than what I have in my jeans. I left her two hundred that time.

When I was about an hour from LeeAnn's house, I called. She had six helpers in the house and she had four men coming in the morning to load furniture and things. I told her I'd park in front of her house at seven the next morning. I found a place to park and spent the night by myself. I didn't want someone seeing my truck parked out front of her house overnight.

The sleeper on my truck is comfortable. I have a TV, stereo, DVD player and all the necessities for camping beside the road. The bed is big for one, cozy for two and I know both from experience.

At quarter to seven in the morning I stopped in front of LeeAnn and Frank's house. As I was opening the back of the truck four big guys were bringing out a couch and a fridge. I checked the fridge to make sure it didn't still have food in it. Don't laugh, it's happened.

LeeAnn brought out some coffee and my favorite breakfast; a bowl with scrambled eggs, biscuits and sausage gravy. I ate and supervised the loading. By noon the house was almost empty. My truck was almost full. LeeAnn came back out to the truck and said we were ready.

"You riding with me?" I asked.

"Nope. We aren't caravanning either. I need to stop in Atlanta and see Megan so I'll meet you at home. I talked to Daddy last night. He says to call him the day before you'll get there and he'll get some boys to unload." She handed me an envelope full of money. I didn't look inside. I prayed there was the full break-even amount inside.

As I locked up the back of my truck LeeAnn walked to their garage and drove out in a year-old Dodge pick up. She had been driving a Buick. She stopped beside me, rolled the window down and said, "If I'd kept the Buick it would've been the only one in the county. In Wyoming, a girl needs a truck." She waved and was gone.

I had the paperwork making my load legal, the money LeeAnn gave me and about eighteen hundred miles to go before I could resume my solitary life as an independent trucker.

As I pulled away from the curb I noticed it was 1:12pm. I pointed my truck west and drove. As I got farther and farther from Winston-Salem I thought about Frank and LeeAnn. I listened to a piano concerto by Chopin, switched to Dave Brubeck and as the sun was going down I listened to Alison Krauss and Union Station. All the years on the road had broadened my appreciation of different kinds of music. I wondered, not for the first time, why Frank and LeeAnn only had one kid. I wondered why Frank hadn't spent enough money on condoms, birth control pills or a vasectomy.

By seven I was getting hungry and knew where a good truck stop was not far ahead. By eight I was parked and inside eating. I checked the weather ahead and saw a small storm out west of me. It didn't look like anything to worry about. The storm behind the little one looked bad. A little math in my head and I figured both LeeAnn and I might get lucky and miss driving in the second storm. We might both be home when it hit.

I napped in my sleeper and woke up refreshed and ready to drive. Before leaving the truck stop I fueled up. When I opened the envelope LeeAnn had given me it didn't look right. I paid almost four hundred for fuel and got back in the truck. I counted the money. The slips from the ATM's were in the envelope. LeeAnn had hit three different banks for two thousand each.

A slap on my door got my attention. I looked down and saw a woman standing beside my rig. I tucked the money in a good secure place and I opened the door. "You OK?" I asked.

"That depends. If you're headed west and if you got room for one tired lady, then I'm fine. If not, then..."

"Where are you headed?"

"West."

"I'm going that way for a ways. Can you get in or you need help?"

She ran around and climbed in. Her one battered suitcase was about the size of one of LeeAnn's purses. She sat down, closed the door and belted in. I slipped into gear and we moved onto the interstate.

For five minutes she didn't say anything. I glanced over a couple of times. She was looking out into the darkness.

"Are you the kind of man who doesn't talk much?"

"I've been known to go a week without talking to anyone face to face."

"Can we talk?"

"In the back there's a sign. I keep it under the bed. It says the doctor is in. Unless you get the sign out and put it on the dash I can't charge you for any therapy we do."

She looked at me and then said, "You are kidding. Right?"

"Right. I figure if you had money you'd be on Trailways instead of hitchin a ride in a semi."

"I've got money. Almost enough to buy us both lunch, once."

I looked over at her and then back at the road. In the two seconds I looked I saw a woman who had seen a lot of bad road in her life and her face seemed to say, "Nothing could be worse than what I just left."

"Tell me your story, please."

"If it's Ok with you I'd rather talk about damn near anything else. Right now my story hurts too much."

"Ok. What do you want to talk about?"

"You."

"Me? Can't we find a subject that would at least be interesting?"

"You're interesting, to me."

"Ok. Ask anything you want to know."

"How long you been truckin?"

"Almost twenty years. First eight I worked for Hunt, then I bought my own rig and I've been an independent truck ever since."

"You married?"

"Nope and yes. I'm not married and I was. Seven years I was married to the sweetest woman I'd ever met. She was a good trucker, too. Before you ask, she died. Cancer. The doctors diagnosed her on the last day of May and the last day of September she was gone."

"I'm sorry." The way the words came out I looked over at her again. I saw tears on her cheeks.

"I'm sorry she's gone, because I miss her every day and I'm glad she went quickly. Watching her suffer was killing me too."

"Was that last September?"

"No. It's been five years. Five years and three months."

It was quiet for about twenty miles.

"My name is Donna."

"Nick. Nice to meet you."

"I like that name. Seems to suit you. Can I ask more questions?"

"Sure. Talking helps the miles pass. When we get to a city or you see lots of other vehicles, get quiet so I can keep us safe."

"Got it."

"Where's this load going?"

"Little town in Wyoming. The load is everything from my sister's house and it's all going to our parent's house. My sister went to Atlanta to visit her daughter and tell her about the divorce. She'll meet us at home."

"Easy divorce?"

"Nothing my sister has ever done was easy. Marrying Frank was a tough row from day one. Having Megan was two days of labor and she ripped LeeAnn on the way out. She came with a tooth and used it to poke holes in LeeAnn trying to breast-feed. No, her divorce isn't easy."

"I hope Hal just says, "Good riddance and goes on with his life."

"Hal's your husband?"

"Might as well have been. We weren't married. We lived together for six years."

"Why not get married?"

"I'll quote from his own mouth. "If I had a cow I wouldn't marry it. I'd milk it for all I could get. I'd take good care of it, feed it, give it a place to live, but I wouldn't marry it."

"He said that, right to your face?"

"No, but I heard him say it more than once."

"You stayed six years? Why?"

"No where to go. Your sister is lucky. She can go home. She has parents who care and a brother she could ask for help."

"No family?"

"Never knew my Dad. Not sure Mom knew who he was. When I was fifteen and one of her regulars offered mom three hundred to have my virginity, I figured it was time to get out on my own."

"He bought your virginity when you were fifteen?"

"Yes. He didn't care about me at all. Didn't call me by my name and wanted me to call him Daddy." She almost spat the words out.

"So, let me guess, you bummed around for a few years, working at menial jobs that didn't pay much and one night in a bar you met Hal and he took you home."

"That's my story."

"What happened tonight that got you on the road?"

"Hal and two buddies from his work came home. All three were drunk or close to it. Hal demanded I make dinner for the three of them. As they sat in the living room waiting for dinner Hal promised his friends they could have a "piss poor fuck after dinner.""

"Damn! Nice guy. Was that the first time he'd made an offer like that?"

"Yup. First and last time. I packed what little I had and went out the back door. Their dinner probably got burnt. Just before I left I took them each a new beer."

"By the time they noticed you were gone, you were gone. Long gone."

"I caught a ride out of town and he gave me a ride to the truck stop. You were the third trucker I approached. You were the first who even rolled the window down."

"In case you ever want to try hitchin again, only an independent like me will even consider a hitcher. Most of the time I'm polite and the answer is no. It just isn't safe."

"Then why?"

"Energy."

"Huh?"

"Energy. Ever sat at a bar and someone steps up behind you and even before they touch you or say a word you know they're bad news?"

"Yeah!"

"That's energy. We feel each other without touching. People do it all the time. My wife taught me to trust it. Most people don't."

"And we get people like Hal in our lives."

I nodded. We were quiet again. I was driving and I assumed Donna was thinking. When I looked over she was asleep.

"Donna." I looked and she hadn't opened her eyes. "Donna!" I said a little louder. She sat up straighter and her eyes opened.

"Go back there and get into the bed. There's a bathroom if you need it. I'll be driving another three hours then I'll need a rest stop. Sleep well."

"I'll be Ok here."

"Donna, I can't molest you and drive. I'm gonna drive for three more hours. Just before I stop for my rest I'll honk the horn and wake you."

"I trust you. I like your energy."

"Thanks. Now go to bed."

She went and pulled the curtain. I heard her running water and then flushing the toilet. It got quiet. I turned on some music, soft and mellow.

The clock on the dash said noon when I pulled into a truck stop outside Kansas City. It was time for food and rest. As I swung off the interstate I honked once. I heard Donna yelp in surprise then I heard her rustling around in the sleeper. As I parked she plopped into the shotgun seat.

"Where are we?" Donna asked.

"Kansas City."

"Which one?" 

"The river is still west of us. This must still be Missouri."

I opened the door and a blast of cold air filled the cab. The outside thermometer on my wing mirror read 36 degrees. I closed the door and went in the back to get a jacket. Donna didn't move.

"Donna, you'll need a jacket."

"I don't have one. I did have, but it was in the living room when I left. I already have on my sweater."

"Then we'll hurry. Come on."

"I'll stay here and wait for you."

"No, you won't. There's a two for one sale. When I get a meal, you get the second one free. Come on." I grabbed her hand and pulled her out the driver's door. We ran into the building and I saw her smile for the first time.

In the restaurant I asked her what she liked to eat. She answered, "Damned near anything I didn't cook!" The waitress arrived and I said, "Two meatloaf dinners. I want diet Coke. Donna, what do you want to drink?"

"Can I have coffee, please?" The waitress nodded and disappeared. The drinks were delivered promptly and two minutes later the dinners arrived. Donna thanked me and started eating. She hadn't eaten dinner the night before and I realized she hadn't eaten anything for at least twenty-four hours. We both finished our dinners and I ordered a piece of apple pie for me. I looked at Donna and then I asked the waitress what kinds of pie they had.

"Apple, cherry, lemon meringue, and mince." She answered.

"Which would you like?" I asked Donna. 

She started to protest and then said, "Apple."

I said, "Make them ala mode." The waitress smiled and disappeared.

"I can't afford this." Donna looked at her plate as she spoke.

"Two for one, remember?"

"That's not true!"

"If you remember what I said was, There's a two for one sale. When I get a meal, you get the second one free. I didn't say the diner had anything to do with it."

"I get the message." She didn't look happy about the message.

The waitress delivered the pie and we ate. The pie was delivered warm and the ice cream melting on top. When I looked up at Donna she had finished her pie. I could tell she had something to say, so I waited. When it was ready she'd say it.

The waitress came and cleared the table and delivered the bill.

Donna reached for the bill and I picked it up. She looked me in the eye and said, "I've been alive long enough to know there are lots of men who believe that when they buy you dinner, or take you to a movie they're entitled to something in return. I..."

I interrupted, "Stop! I didn't say I'll buy you a meal and you'll have sex with me. I didn't say it and I don't work like that. Yes, there are men like that. I'm not one of them. I bought you a meal because you needed one. I'm going out of the restaurant and buying you a coat. Not so I can take it off of you, because you need a coat. After I buy the coat you get to make a choice."

"What choice?"

"To either get back in the truck with me or to go on your way. If you go with me I'll keep treating you like family. If you want to go I'll give you two hundred dollars and I'll worry for days about if I gave you enough, if you got hurt, froze to death or raped. I won't try to stop you. Now, come with me, please."

I left cash on the table for the bill and tip. I walked toward the store portion of the truck stop. Donna hesitated then followed. At a rack of good jackets I said, "Pick the one you like. Make sure it fits and zips with you in it."

She picked a good warm coat, tried it on and said, "Oh, that feels great!"

"You like the color?" I asked. She nodded. She zipped it up and flipped the hood up over her head.

"Is that the one?" She nodded again. I grabbed the sleeve, found the price tag and ripped it off. I took the tag to the register and paid for the coat. The young woman at the register said, "Where's the coat?"

I pointed at Donna. The young woman said, "Good choice." I wasn't sure if she meant the coat was a good choice or if Donna was a good choice. I let it go. I bought some road snacks and a six-pack of diet Cokes. I asked Donna what she liked to drink and she said diet Coke was fine. We had almost run from the truck to the building because Donna only had a sweater. We strolled on the way back.

Inside the truck I went into the sleeper. Donna sat shotgun. I handed her a blanket and a pillow. "I've got to sleep for a few hours. I understand we don't know each other very well. I've got some books if you want to read or you can curl up there and sleep too. No pressure to do anything."

She took the blanket and the pillow and said, "Thanks. Thanks for the coat too."

My wallet came out and I counted out two hundred dollars in twenties. I handed them to her.

"No. You don't need to give me that." She said, without even lifting a hand.

"Take it. If, in the next few hours while I sleep you decide your road goes differently than mine, you'll have it and you can simply open the door and go." I pulled the curtain and left her to her thoughts. I set an alarm for eight hours of sleep and undressed. When I was down to underwear I asked myself if I took them off or not. I took them off.


Sometimes the Good Guy Wins Ch. 02



Chapter one is in Erotic Couplings. All roads truckers travel seem to have twists and turns. This one is just like that.




I did the laundry, scrubbed the inside of my sleeper and finally erased the smell of Linda and Donna. Mom made my favorite of her dinners, Meatloaf with hard boiled eggs baked inside it. The veggies were from her garden and none of them were green beans. We talked about farming, about the people I knew from when I lived there and then Dad asked about Donna.

"Son, tell me about a woman you know named Donna."

"Donna? What makes you think I know a woman named Donna?"

"She called here about two hours before you arrived. Your Momma answered the phone." He stopped. He wasn't going to say more until I told him what he wanted to know.

Mom said, "She asked if you were here yet. I asked who she was and she told me her story. I want to hear your story."

I told them a short and "G" rated version. They listened without interruption. I finished with, "I left the two of them at the truck stop and came here."

Donna said to tell you that you are welcome in their house anytime. In fact she made it quite clear it was a strong invitation."

"I'd be happy to stop with them for a day or so when I'm back that way again."

"You're dense sometimes." Dad said. "They want you back as more than a house guest!"

"From the smells coming out of your rig today I think they tasted the hospitality of your truck." Mom added.

"That was more than a taste!" Dad said with a smile.

"I suppose you want to go with him when he goes to Grand Island?"

"Nope. I want to die and be buried here in Wyoming. Something tells me meeting those two women would get me the heart attack doc Fredricks has been promising me."

"If it didn't, I'd kill you myself when you got back." Mom said. Dad slowly got up and made his way to Mom's chair, helped her stand and kissed her saying, "I've been pretty happy for forty-eight years kissing only you. Why change?"

"We've been married fifty-one years."

"I didn't say I'd been happy all the years we've been married. Forty-eight's pretty good tho." She slapped his shoulder and he flinched like she'd hurt him, grinning the whole time.

I did the dishes and slept in the second house. There is an energy around home that I've never felt anywhere else. Sure, there are snakes and spiders and other dangers in Wyoming, but on Dad's farm I've always felt safe. He and Mom have lived in their house for well over forty years and no snake has ever entered the house. I slept feeling totally at peace and safe.

Just after noon my sister drove in and parked her truck at the hitching rail in front of the second house. She walked in, looked around and said, "Maybe there should be a class for men to learn about arranging furniture." I was in the kitchen and heard her.

"If there was such a class only dumb men would take it. The rest of us know that wherever we put furniture, you'll want it moved."

She met me in the doorway between the living room and the kitchen. We hugged and she thanked me for helping. By then Mom opened the door and came in.

"He helped himself, too. Your brother has two new women in his life."

She was still standing with her arms around me. Her head turned and she looked in my eyes. "One as good as ..." I shook my head and said, "Different. That's Ok. I'm different too."

Mom said she had lunch ready. The four of us ate together and stayed in the kitchen for hours. We got the story of the end of LeeAnn's marriage, her trip to visit her daughter in Atlanta, my trip home and Dad's last visit to the doctor. When it was time Mom started cooking dinner. LeeAnn helped. Dad and I went for a walk. Out the back door, around the barn twice and back inside. He asked when I needed to be back on the road. I told him I needed to be gone the next day.

"Tell Momma at dinner. She needs to prepare herself."

"Dad, should I come by more often?"

"Your Momma would appreciate it." He didn't look at me when he said it. I knew him well enough to know he was really saying he would like it too. I promised myself to get home more often.

Back in the house LeeAnn was discussing if Momma should keep doing all the cooking or if LeeAnn should do a night or two a week. Dad and I went back outside and sat on the porch.

Half an hour passed and LeeAnn came out to get us. "Come eat." She said.

I expected her to remind us to wash up, but we went straight to the sink and did it without the reminder. Dinner was pretty quiet. I asked Dad if he knew the weather report for the next day. Momma put her fork down and asked, "Does that mean you'll be leaving tomorrow?"

I quoted Dad, "If the weather's good and the creek don't rise, I'll be on the road tomorrow."

I watched her eyes fill without spilling. She said, "I'm making biscuits and gravy in the morning with hen fresh eggs. You can stay long enough to eat a good breakfast can't you?"

I nodded. My head said leave by dawn. My heart answered Momma. I'd be lucky to be starting the truck by eleven.

We stayed with Mom and Dad until eight. Mom made a dismissal wave of her hand in the direction of the second house and LeeAnn caught it. Dad didn't see it. We excused ourselves and walked to the second house.

As we walked LeeAnn hooked my arm and said, "I've missed you."

"I've missed you, Momma, Dad, my wife and sleeping somewhere besides in my truck."

We sat on the porch and talked a long time. She told me parts of the story about her marriage she didn't tell Mom and Dad. I figured next time I was in the area I'd pay him a visit. Or, maybe I'd pay someone to pay him a visit. No one should abuse their wife the way he hurt LeeAnn. She had been hospitalized three times because he hit her. She had a bridge so her three missing teeth didn't show. He had broken four ribs when he was drunk. And, she stayed. Then, when the secretary showed up pregnant, she had had enough.

It was late and I said I'd sleep in the truck. There was only one bed in the second house. Even though it was forty degrees I'd already run power to the truck so I didn't need to run the engine to stay warm. LeeAnn gave me a hug and I went to the truck. She went inside her new home.

It didn't take long and I was in bed, snug and warm.

In the middle of the night I heard and felt the door open and someone climb into the truck. I didn't move. I knew the keys to the truck were well hidden if whoever it was wanted to steal the truck. I also knew my 9mm was easy to reach.

The curtain opened a little and LeeAnn stood in front of me. She had a long flannel nightgown on. She closed the curtain and slid into bed with me. She draped my arm over her body and I thought of how Donna had done the same thing. She didn't tuck my hand between her breasts, but she did hold my hand.

A minute later she whispered, "Thank you, Nick."

I responded by going to sleep. At seven my alarm woke us. I shut it off and said, "Please tell me why you came to bed with me last night."

"I was laying in bed thinking and knew if I snuggled safe in your arms I could sleep. I was safer last night than I've slept in twenty years. Thank you."

"Think Momma will understand?"

"I ought to get in the house and dressed before she's up?"

"I'd like to see that happen. Momma knows what time it was when you opened the door to the truck. She probably knows what you're wearing, too."

"Maybe she's not as sharp as she used to be?" LeeAnn got up and as quietly as she could stood up. The sound of a hand slapping on the side of the sleeper stopped her. Momma's voice said, "Up and attum! Breakfast will be on the table in ten minutes, you two!"

Through a crack between the curtains we watched Momma walk back to the house. I dressed quickly and shaved and brushed my teeth. LeeAnn climbed down and went into the second house to dress. I waited for her. I was not going to walk into Momma's kitchen alone.

LeeAnn came out in jeans, boots a flannel shirt and a jacket. We walked to the house and up the stairs into the kitchen. Dad was sitting at the table already. Momma stood at the stove.

"Sit already!" She said without turning.

She served us plates of food that would feed three normal people. Then she sat next to Dad and said, "Let me guess. Sleeping in the second house with the strange noises and it being the first real night of being alone, unmarried and a little scared was too hard. You slept with Nick because there's no safer place for anyone than right there."

LeeAnn cried. I didn't, but I heard the compliment and was touched by it.

"Momma, " LeeAnn said, "You understand completely."

"Your breakfast is getting cold."

Dad shared what had learned from the weather channel. I had three days to get to Los Angeles, then a storm would hit from the Oregon border to Mexico. The phone rang. Momma looked at her phone and said, "It's from Winston-Salem." Then before any of us moved or said anything she picked it up.

"Hello."

"Yes, she was here."

"Yes, she told me about your accident."

"The accident where you got caught making someone you aren't married to pregnant."

"She didn't say where she was going next and she didn't say when she was coming back. Maybe her lawyer can tell you what you need to know."

"Yes, I think it was a truck of some kind I saw her driving."

"I need to finish my breakfast now. I don't want it to get cold." She hung up. All three of us wished we'd heard his side of the conversation. Momma sat down and took a bite. She chewed slowly and when she swallowed she said, "Don't tell me where you're going. If he calls back I don't want to lie when I say I don't know where either of you is."

I looked at LeeAnn and she looked at me.

LeeAnn asked, "Are you telling me to go with Nick? Live in the truck with him?"

Momma put down her fork and said, "Ever since we buried Nick's wife you've wanted to get in the truck, leave your husband and be safe again. We'll keep your stuff. All I ask is that you visit more than once a year."

LeeAnn turned to me. Her eyes sparkled and she said, "Momma knows everything. She even knows I love you."

"I'm your big brother. You're supposed to love me." I said, sidestepping her real message.

"Can I go with you?"

"I want you to go out to the sleeper. Check out the room for your stuff. That's all the room there is. Nothing goes in the trailer, that's where we make money. If you can live with just that much space, you can come."

She didn't even take her plate to the sink. Dad said, "I'll do the dishes. Go get ready!"

I followed LeeAnn to the truck. I showed her three places she didn't know about to stash things. It was eight-thirty in the morning. At five minutes until ten we hugged Dad and Momma and I put the truck in gear. They waved until we made the turn back towards Cheyenne.

An hour passed and I focused on driving. LeeAnn was quiet. Finally I was in an area where the roads were better and the day clear. I asked, "What are you thinking?"

"Momma knows that we're gonna sleep together."

"We slept together last night."

"Last night I was in flannel."

"Didn't you bring flannel?" I asked.

"No. Flannel is for when there's no one to keep you warm. I wanted to take it off last night."

"Oh."

"There are only three people who know were brother and sister. Momma, Dad and my soon-to-be-ex-husband. For everyone else we easily pass and husband and wife, if I go back to my maiden name."

At the truck stop in Cheyenne I bought her a cap and a bandana. We bought stuff so we could make a few meals on the road and we got on the interstate headed west. She followed our progress on the maps. I used the GPS and taught her about the truck, the laws and about living with me. 

"LeeAnn, don't weird out if I spent five or six hours quiet. I'm a pretty focused driver. If there are a fair number of vehicles around I don't really want to talk. Between here and Salt Lake City, we can talk. Most of the traffic is trucks. But, we also have to be aware of the weather."

"Can I get a book about weather so I can learn what different weather looks like?"

"Yes. Maybe a truck stop will have a book like that."

"What else?"

"I don't like green beans. Every restaurant in America serves green beans as the vegetable side with their meals. When you cook, please don't make green beans."

"Ok. No green beans."

If I have a one day or two day lay-over that's when I'll do laundry, unless I run out of clothes to wear. If you want to do laundry while I'm doing business, I'd appreciate it."

She went in the back and came back with a notebook. The rest of the day I talked, she made notes and asked questions. At a truck stop near Rawlins Wyoming I was at my limit. I pulled into a truck stop and parked after I fueled up. We wandered around the stop and LeeAnn said, "This is the world you live in."

I nodded. We ate in their restaurant and one of the waitresses remembered me. She came by our table and introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Cathy, a friend of Nick's."

LeeAnn smiled back and said, "I'm LeeAnn. I'm Nick's new driving partner."

"I wondered when he was gonna find you. It's nice to meet you." She walked off, smiling.

"She wondered when you were gonna find me? What's that all about?"

"She knew... When she died she saw me hurt for a long time. I think she's happy to see me happy again."

"It still hurts so much you can't say her name most of the time. I'm sorry."

"Yeah. Well, maybe I should call your soon-to-be-ex-husband and thank him for giving you back to me."

"Did I do Ok with Cathy?"

"Yeah, fine. Let's keep it at driving partner for a few trips and then you can use the name and wear a ring."

She looked at her finger and saw the pale stripe where the ring had been a week ago. "I still have the rings."

I shook my head. "When the time comes, I'll buy you the rings I want you to wear."

We finished dinner, shopped for things in the store and went back to the truck. She climbed in first. I watched her jean covered butt climb in. The guy in the truck beside me rolled down his window and asked, "You pickin up hitchers now?"

"Nope. You can get into all kinds of trouble doing that. This is my new partner."

"Damn! You did well. Can she do paperwork?"

"I sure hope so!" We laughed and I climbed in, closing the door behind me. I drew the curtains and LeeAnn said, "Truckers are a bit raw aren't they?" I nodded. She had already stashed our purchases. We sat on the edge of the bed looking at the curtain.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Your sister! What kind of question is that?"

I got a t-shirt for her and handed it to her. Five seconds passed. She said, "Ask me again."

"Who are you?"

"Your new driving partner." I smiled and said, "Are you undressing me or am I undressing you?"

"Can we do each other?"

"Yes. You need to tell me often you're my partner. I couldn't do this with a sister."

"Momma said it was what she wanted."

"It ain't Momma that's here. It's you. How do you feel about this?"

She stood and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, lowering them to the floor. She took my hand and pressed it against her mound. Her panties were moist. "I got moist when we started walking back to the truck."

"Oh." I said. I stood and helped her take off her shirt. When it was off I saw the laciest bra I'd ever seen, barely hiding the breasts I'd last seen when she was thirteen changing into her bathing suit. They'd grown some since then.

"I'm shaking inside." She said.

"Me too." My hands helped her unhook the bra and then slid the straps off her shoulders. The bra fell to the floor. "They were better twenty years ago." She offered.

"Weren't we all." I leaned in and kissed my new partner's mouth. My arms went around her body. In between kisses my shirt came off, then my jeans. We stayed on top of the covers and explored each of our bodies. She found and remembered the scar on my left thigh where Billy Whitacker whacked me with a weed cutter in the summer after eighth grade. I found the scar where she cut herself shaving her legs when she was thirteen and Momma had to take her to the doctor for stitches. I found out how sensitive her breasts were to gentle hands and lips. She found out how quickly I respond to hands, lips, tongue and intentions.

She sucked me until I was ready to pop and then asked if I wanted her lips or her hips.

""Ladies choice, this time." I said.

My cock popped back into her mouth and she sucked me like it was the best thing she had ever done. She looked up at my face as my load shot into her mouth and I saw a tear slip down her cheek.

I tried to pull back. She wrapped her arms around my hips and held me in her mouth until I was soft. Her tongue and suction cleaned me up before she released me. She asked, "Why did you try to pull back?"

"You were crying."

"I've wanted to do that with you since I was fourteen! Those were tears of joy!"

"Oh. We're not done yet, you know?"

"Really? What's next?"

"I'll show you." I kissed her and she acted surprised. Then I kissed her neck, shoulders and started down her chest.

"It's really Ok that I sag?"

"I didn't notice. Now shut up and see if you can enjoy what I'm doing." I moved down and took her breast in my mouth. She moaned and held my head. Her legs wrapped around my hips and squeezed.

My face moved to her other breast. She moaned again. My tongue found a scar near her areola and when I touched it with my tongue she said, "Frank did it. He bit me once when he was drunk and mad at me." I moved away from the scar and played with her nipple.

When I shifted lower she said, "Are you headed down there?"

I repeated, "Shut up and see if you can enjoy what I'm doing." She put both her hands over her mouth. I moved lower and tongued her navel. She wiggled and moaned. I shifted lower still and hooked my arms under her thighs, opening her legs just enough for the delicious odor de arousal to reach my nose. I dipped my tongue into her slit and tasted her for the first time.

Her hands left her mouth and grabbed my ears. "Oh God! Nick, lick me!"

I did. I touched everything my tongue could reach and she opened to give me access to anything she had. It wasn't long before she screamed in her first orgasm with me. Then it wasn't long before she screamed again. Her hands pulled my wet face away from her wetness and moved to the drawer near the bed. Donna and Linda had left me nine condoms.

I used one and LeeAnn kissed me as we mated for the first time. I kissed back and we made it last as long as we could. All the suppressed and long wanted feelings arrived and flooded both of us. When I came we both had tears in our eyes. We stayed coupled until there was danger the sperm I had released would find their way out of the condom and into LeeAnn.

When I cleaned up I crawled into our bed and snuggled with LeeAnn. In seconds we were warm and asleep. The alarm went off and we both jumped. I said, "Hurry, get dressed Momma's coming!"

LeeAnn started to jump out of bed and stopped, slapping me as she stopped. "Momma knows we did it last night." She said.

"I'm convinced Momma knows everything."

"Then she knows I need to pee." LeeAnn climbed over me and sat on the small toilet just a step away from the bed. She peed and flushed then came back to bed. "This is going to be a problem." I said.

"What?"

"Getting started in the morning. I want to stay in bed and play with your body." 

"How far do we need to get today?"

"Las Vegas."

"Do you like how I taste?" I watched her finger dip into her honey. I nodded and said, "I love how you taste." Her finger went into my mouth and I sucked. As I sucked she said, "I'll watch the odometer and each time you go a hundred miles you get a taste. When we're parked in Las Vegas you get all of me. You get the truck ready and I'll make breakfast." She dressed and started learning our micro-kitchen. I got ready to go, started the truck and got it warmed up.




Sometimes the Good Guy Wins Ch. 02



Somehow LeeAnn made sandwiches for breakfast. Toast with eggs, ham, lettuce and tomato in a sandwich envelope so it wouldn't spill. She went inside and bought a thermos of coffee, hot and black. When she climbed back in we were ready to go. I put us in gear and headed for I-15 south. GPS said Las Vegas was 421 miles away. Eight hours.

At the two hundred mark I stopped at a rest stop. We both got out and walked to the bathrooms. The walk was as important as the pit stop. We walked around the truck and I showed her how to do a safety check. We kissed a few times as we did the circle.

Back in the truck I got my two hundred mile taste, then we were off down the road. We stopped in Beaver and bought a fill up. Over the years I'd learned that diesel is usually cheaper in Beaver than in St. George or Vegas. I got another taste.

Las Vegas was the first time we got out of the cab without jackets. It was seventy degrees. We got things squared away with the truck and caught a shuttle to a casino for dinner. We ate at a buffet. Not the best food in the world, but filling and cheap. I got two rolls of nickels and gave one to LeeAnn.

"You gamble?" She asked.

"I gamble, pick up hitchers and I'm gonna get married again, too."

She played a slot with her nickels and when the roll was gone she had six dollars worth of nickels in the tray. She cashed them in and got six singles. She hadn't said anything.

"If it were legal?" she asked.

"Yes! In a heart beat."

"I was born in Cheyenne. You were born in Nebraska. Do you think they actually check to see if people are related before or after they get married?"

"They can't even find twelve million illegal aliens." We laughed. We decided to walk back to the truck. As we walked we passed a wedding chapel. I went in and LeeAnn followed. I asked the bleached blond at the desk what it took to get married there. She gave me the forms, the address of the county office where we needed to take the completed form and told us how much it would cost.

She put everything in an envelope for us and we walked the rest of the way back to the truck. I carried the envelope. LeeAnn didn't say anything about it.

Back inside the truck LeeAnn said, "I want to change my name, too."

"You don't want to be a Peterson?"

"I do, but not LeeAnn."

"I like the idea. It'll make you damn near impossible to track."

"I don't care about that. I'd never tell Momma how much I don't like LeeAnn but I don't like it."

"We're going to L.A. to pick up a load. In three days we'll be back in town. We can get married then. You can pick any name you want, well, almost any name."

"You're serious?"

"Absolutely!"

"So when we get back we'll be on our honeymoon?"

"No, we'll be working. Honeymoon is later and not in a truck."

We undressed and went to bed. We used another condom. As we snuggled after, I said, "Maybe we can have you tested and me tested for health reasons so we can forget the condoms."

"You think I've been fooling around?"

"No, Frank. And in between he did you bareback." LeeAnn made a sour face.

"Can we get tested in L.A.?"

"Yes. I'll marry you no matter how the tests turn out, we'll just need to buy a gross of these things if either of us has anything."

"If he's given me a disease, I'll give him a funeral!"

"No, you won't. Then I'd lose you to a prison."

We quieted down and slept spooned together. When the alarm sounded LeeAnn stuck her finger in her puss and gave me a taste. "How far today?" 

"About five hours." I answered.

She made breakfast while I made the truck ready. She stayed naked. I got back in the cab and she handed me a bowl with granola and skim milk it had blueberries in it too. We ate and while she did the dishes we left Las Vegas.

As we settled down on I-15 south she got out her cell phone and called Momma. I showed her how to put it on speaker and we could both talk to Momma.

"Momma, we just left Las Vegas."

"Did you get married?"

"No. We're thinking about it on the way back."

"Will you change your name? You've always disliked LeeAnn."

"You knew?"

"Of course. Change it. I'll still love you. Just don't change it to, you know. Nick's wife's name."

I smiled. She didn't know I was on the phone and she granted me not speaking the name that still hurt.

"Oh, you need to call your lawyer and Frank called twice. He says you took some of his stuff."

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him when you came here all you had were three suitcases of clothes and you didn't leave any of them with us."

"But..."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. The second house and five acres of land now belong to Nick. So I didn't lie. All that stuff Nick brought here stayed on his property, not ours."

"Thanks Momma." LeeAnn said.

She ended the call and said, "Momma's name is Samantha. If I take that name I can be called Sammi. That's a good name for a trucker and a wife, don't you think?"

"I don't think I've ever tasted a Sammi. How about a taste?"

She gave me one. I liked it. She was right about Sammi being a great name for a trucker and a wife, too.



Sometimes the Good Guy Wins Ch. 03



*** I'm sure there are those in the world who are the kind of thinkers who leave open the possibility that something out of the normal can occur. In this chapter, normal gets a twist. There is also sex in this chapter. For people who have always behaved in a vanilla world the sex in this chapter may be too far out there for you to enjoy reading about. Please keep in mind that I don't advocate you engage in these acts (multiple partners, anal, oral sex, incest between adults) but they are a part of the story line.***

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I backed the trailer to the dock in L.A. and took LeeAnn with me to the office. Just before we met anyone she whispered, "Remember, I'm Sammi."

"And, we're here for business."

Inside the office we were met by an older woman sitting behind an old roll-top wooden desk. Her half glasses were magically hanging at the end of her nose and wisps of gray hair were framing her face. She glanced at me and smiled big at Sammi.

"Well, it's about damn time!" She said. A wide smile crossed her face. "Is this your new driving partner?"

"Yup. Danni meet Sammi. Sammi, Danni." As I spoke her chair rolled a couple feet and she stood up. She was about six foot tall and close to two hundred pounds wearing jeans she probably bought when Sammi and I were in high school, a sweatshirt with the worn letters UCLA on the front and she was barefoot. I got passed and she wrapped Sammi in her arms and lifted her off the floor. She kissed Sammi on the cheek and put her back on the floor.

"Good girl, I been prayin for you to show up for years!" She turned, faced me and said, "Congratulations! You decided to live." Then I got a kiss on the cheek. She sat back down and slid back behind her desk, picking up papers as she did.

We stood still and watched. After a minute of shuffling papers she said, "I'm changing your load. I'll give the load for Portland to Mike. It's eleven-hundred miles. You get the rounder to Portland Maine." She handed me the papers. As I looked them over she used the mike to announce the load for my truck. I glanced out the window of her office and saw the dock crew gathering pallets of boxes and beginning to load us.

I asked, "Danni, could you possibly have time to introduce Sammi to paperwork? This is her first load and I can't think of a better teacher."

She smiled and said, "Get out! Go out on the dock and make sure those apes of mine get you properly loaded and tied down. Sammi and I will be sisters in about an hour. Maybe I'll let you take her with you when you go. Maybe." She laughed and drew a chair up next to hers as I waved and went out onto the dock.

The load was mostly machined parts shipped from Shanghai to L.A. and now on to Portland before becoming something stamped "Made in America." Danni's apes did a good job while ribbing me about "haulin around a skinny girl." I just smiled.

When Sammi came out of the office she carried a notebook and a box. The apes closed my trailer and banded it. We got in the truck and Sammi said, "Take a left out of the gate and go half a mile. Danni said that's the best place around to eat."

I drove. I parked our rig in a huge lot and we walked fifty yards to a place with the fancy name of, "The Fish Market." Lunch was huge, cheap, fresh and outdoors.

"If I eat like this every day I'll gain too much weight!" Sammi protested.

"Then don't eat like this every day. On the road we eat lots of salads and protein: fish, baked chicken, steak. In L.A. and a few other places, we splurge. Danni knows I love this place. She knows we won't put this load on the road until just before dawn tomorrow. If she wants to have dinner with us she already knows where we'll be."

"And she probably knows what you'll order."

"And what we'll each have for breakfast and lunch tomorrow!"

Friends dropped by our table to say hello and be introduced to Sammi. Some stood a few feet away and said "hello". Some shook her hand and three stood her up and hugged her. All treated her with respect and a little awe. Usually my lunches took half an hour to maybe and hour and I was back in the cab. That lunch took three hours.

When we got into the truck Sammi said, "They love you and they loved..."

"Yeah. She was easy to love." Twenty minutes later I found a nice spot to park in front of a Catholic Church across the street from my favorite Mexican restaurant on the planet, El Tepeyac. I went through our tiny fridge and cleared an entire shelf. Sammi watched.

"After we eat our fill we'll bring what's left here. We can have some for breakfast tomorrow and for lunch."

"What are we getting?"

"One burrito. You can choose pork, beef or chicken. I'll also get us a side of guacamole."

"You're drooling." She giggled.

"It's that good! There's only one thing I know of that even comes close to tasting that good."

"And where is that served?"

"Hopefully, right behind us, a little later tonight." Sammi blushed and opened the door of the cab. A priest was standing on the sidewalk waiting for her.

"Senora, please. Do you plan to be here long?"

"Are we in the way?" Sammi asked.

"Not now, but soon. It's four o'clock and at five o'clock we have a funeral scheduled. It would be good to be able to park the limos." He waved an arm showing where he wanted the limos to park. It was where we were parked.

I stayed just out of sight. I wondered if Sammi would handle it or call me. She said, "Father, We'll get our food and find another place to park. We can eat in the truck."

"Bless you. Thank you." He turned to go. Sammi turned and saw me standing in front of the truck. She said, "Was that a test?"

"No, and if it had been, you passed. Let's get our burrito and be gone." I put my hand on her back and guided her across the street. A tiny old man stood on the curb watching us approach. I knew it was Manuel, the owner and that he was at least eighty years old. He said, "Mr. Nick! I thought that looked like your truck. Chicken, beef or pork?"

"Manuel, this is my new driving partner, Sammi. Sammi this is Manuel. This is his restaurant."

He kissed her hand and winked at her. He said, "When you leave here, go to Las Vegas and marry her. If you don't, may I propose?"

"Manuel, you're married!" I jousted with him.

"She is old! I need young and beautiful!"

Sammi hugged him and said, "If he doesn't marry me, I'll be back for you."

"Pork, beef or chicken?" He asked again. 

Sammi answered, "Chicken, this time and please not too spicy. Oh, and a side of guacamole please."

He bent his head and asked, "You have diet Cokes in the truck?" We both nodded.

A young woman came to us carrying a cardboard box that originally carried a case of soft drinks. It was heavy and covered in aluminum foil. She handed the box to Sammi.

Manuel said, "This one is a gift from me to you, my bride to be, if Nick is stupid." I shook his hand and we walked back across Evergreen Street and got back in the truck. In just five minutes we were on I-10 headed towards the desert. The smell of the Manuel Special filled the cab with odors from heaven.

"There's only one burrito in here?" Sammi asked.

"Only one."

"Is it full of chicken?"

"Chicken, rice, beans, lettuce, tomatoes, red sauce, a few jalapenos, and some guacamole."

"Find a place to park, Ok?"

"About five more miles." True to my word five miles later we were parked near the edge of a big mall. It was seventy degrees outside so we set up a folding table and two chairs. The Manuel Special filled the table. Sammi got silverware and diet Cokes from inside and we sat to our feast. No plates. We started at one end of the burrito and ate our way towards the middle.

We made the appropriate noises for something that good. 

Suddenly I heard a car door slam. We had been so focused I hadn't seen or heard a vehicle approach. I twisted around and saw two security officers from the mall. Both were Hispanic.

"Why are you parked here?" One asked.

I said, "My lady has never been to Los Angeles before. We stopped at El Tepeyac and got dinner. The smell was too much. We had to get off the highway and eat!"

The other guy stepped closer and said, "Jose' look! It's a Manuel! A Manuel con pollo!"

Sammi said, "If you have something to carry it in, you can have a little. We don't mind sharing, but leave us enough for breakfast and lunch for tomorrow, Ok?"

They looked in their car and found two plastic forks. I said, "Good for one good bite each along with a chip of guacamole."

We let them savor their bites and chips. As they left they said, "We get off at nine. You need to be gone by then, Ok?" We waved and they were gone.

We packed up breakfast and lunch and Sammi stowed it inside. I folded the table and chairs and stowed them. As we drove out of the mall parking lot the sedan pulled up and honked. Our two friends waved and we waved back.

On the I-10 Sammi said, "You take me to the best places!"

"Yeah! Every woman I know wants to eat dinner in a parking lot with security guards." I was thinking how she deserved so much better than a life in a semi truck.

It was quiet in the truck all the way out to the turn onto I-15 to Las Vegas. As we climbed the Cajon Pass Sammi loosened her seat belt and knelt beside me. She said, "Keep your eyes on the road. There's something I want you to know. I have dreamed of living with you in a truck for most of my life. Your life is out here. I want to be a part of that life. I've had money and fancy cars and clothes. When you made love to me, held me naked in your arms I knew I was home, safe and loved. Momma knew it. I knew it. I think Dad knew it, too. All I ever want is to share your life."

She kissed my cheek and sat back in her seat. I didn't say anything. She didn't press.

Near Barstow I looked over and she was reading the notebook Danni gave her.

I said, "If possible, the best course is through Barstow and Baker without stopping. Prices are high and it's usually hotter here than in Vegas."

"I'll remember." She waited until we were past town and asked, "Can we talk?"

"Sure, Honey."

She almost hurt her head by turning it so fast. It was the first time I had called her Honey.

"If you don't want to get married in Las Vegas it's Ok." She said.

"I don't. I've been thinking and this is what I propose: Let's stop in Denver on the way to Portland and get the license. In Portland we'll call Momma and invite them to meet us in Denver for the wedding. That will give them three days to get three hours drive away from home."

"I'll bet Momma is packed!"

"Call her when we get to Las Vegas. I'll ask Dad if she's packed."

As we crossed Stateline and headed for Las Vegas our cell phone rang. Sammi hit speaker and said, "Peterson Trucking, may I help you?"

Momma laughed. "I have an idea. How about you stop in Denver and get a license and on your way back to Los Angeles you stop again in Denver and we come to the wedding?"

"How do you know where we're going and that we're coming back to L.A.?" I asked.

"Momma knows everything. By the way, call your lawyer sometime tomorrow. He has interesting news for you."

"Can't you just tell us?" I asked, "Momma knows everything."

"I could, but it wouldn't be right. Oh, Son, Linda called. She says if you don't stop and see them they'll have you barred from Nebraska for years. I recommend you stop."

"Thanks, Momma." The connection ended.

Our plan to stop and get married had changed. Stopping in Vegas was no longer necessary. I kept going north. In St. George I was timed out. I found a place to park and we slept. My road normal was eight hours and an alarm would wake me. I didn't set an alarm. I wanted some extra time with Sammi. 

She became the aggressor when we got into bed. She moved me onto my back and got on top of me. She opened her legs and gripped my hips with her thighs. We kissed and when the kiss ended she said, "Way back in California I gave you a whole speech and you didn't say anything."

"I'm a quiet kinda guy, sorta like Dad. You want a speech?" She nodded and slipped me inside her. I said, "Here's my speech. I've loved you all your life. I watched you grow up and knew what my role was. Every time I looked at you I heard Dad's voice. "Love her, protect her, teach her." By the time you were changing into a woman I knew I loved you less and less as a sister. I used to spend a lot of time in the barn. Some of that time I was doing chores. Lots of that time I was trying to get my erection to go away. All the time I was away, at college, the military and then in a truck was partially so I wouldn't ruin your life."

"I didn't need your help. I screwed it up on my own." Her hand was on my cheek and she squeezed my cock inside her.

"Momma knew why I left. She knew why I stayed gone as much as I did."

"She knew I didn't love Bill as strongly as I love you." LeeAnn said. In this conversation she was my sister again.

"Why didn't she tell us?" I asked.

"We had to find each other on our own. We had to be ready to stop being "normal"."

"Do me a favor?" I asked.

"Anything!"

"Ruin my life!"

"On one condition."

"Name it."

"Make me scream!"

The conversation was over. I moved my woman on my shaft and LeeAnn was gone. I loved being inside Sammi and she must have enjoyed it too. Before we slept she screamed three times.

Breakfast was a slice of Manuel's. Warmed and slathered with guacamole it was heavenly.

As we drove Sammi waited until it was nine-thirty then she called her lawyer in Winston-Salem. She put the phone on speaker so I could listen.

"Mr. Walcot, this is LeeAnn."

"Good! I'm glad you called. I need instructions from you and I need to give you some information."

"Ok. Shoot!" LeeAnn said.

"It sounds like road noise. Are you driving?"

"No, Sir. I'm a passenger."

"Ok... but I think you should pull over and stop before I continue."

I pulled off to the shoulder and stopped. I put on my flashers. I nodded at LeeAnn and she said, "Ok, we're stopped."

"I'm sorry to give you this news, but your husband has been killed."

There was a pause and finally LeeAnn asked, "How? When?"

"When his secretary was served with a subpoena to testify in the divorce she was with her husband. He's pretty good at math and put two and two together pretty well. The police don't know what his wife told him about the subpoena but the next day he caught Bill and his seccretary having sex in your husband's office and all three are now deceased."

"When?" LeeAnn asked.

"Day before yesterday. You need to call the police here in Winston-Salem and answer their questions." He gave us the number. LeeAnn said she would call.

She asked, "You said you also needed instructions."

"Yes. All the property that would have been divided in the divorce is all yours. The house, furnishings, his stocks, bank accounts, retirement accounts and two cars. What do you want me to do with them?"

She paused and then asked, "Can I call you back in an hour?"

"I'll be right here." The call ended. She turned and was ready to talk, but I raised my hand. She waited.

I said, "I think you should make two calls before we talk. First call the police. Deal with their questions first and ask them if they notified Megan. Either way she's your next call. I have no idea what you'll say to her about us. Maybe deal with Frank's death first."

She nodded and dialed the police in Winston-Salem. I stayed quiet. They wanted an accounting for her whereabouts for the last four days. We gave it to them. They hadn't located Megan, so she had not been told. LeeAnn told them she'd find Megan and tell her.

She got off the call with the PD and crawled into my lap. "I hated him and a long time ago I loved him! He brought himself all the troubles in his life. Why am I crying?"

I held her and stayed quiet. She needed to be with her feelings, not have me trying to fix things. I knew my job: Love her, protect her, teach her. This part was the love her part.

When she had regained control she called Megan. The phone was still on speaker.

"Hi Mom! How's Wyoming?"

"Wyoming's fine. Honey, are you sitting down?"

"Did something happen to Granddad?" Her voice sounded instantly afraid.

"No. It's your father."

"What?" Megan asked, her voice a whisper.

"His secretary's husband killed your father, his wife and himself."

The silence lasted a full minute then Megan said, "I'm not going to the funeral. I don't think you should either."

"I haven't decided what I'm going to do, yet."

"Want advice from a twenty year old?"

"Yes." LeeAnn said.

"Even when you said you'd left him I kept my mouth shut. I didn't want to say anything and then have him somehow convince you to go back. I've been afraid for your safety and mine for years. Mom, when I was sixteen Dad raped me the first time. He blamed you because you "cut him off." We owe him nothing! He hurt us both, over and over again. Now I can finally rest easy."

"Oh Megan... I'm so sorry. I..."

"Mom! It's finally over! We did the best we could with what we had to work with. Can I ask a question or three?"

"Sure."

"You're finally with Nick, aren't you?"

"Finally?"

"You've loved him since you were both babies. The only one's who didn't know it were you, my father, Nick and the people who never saw you together."

"Yes, I'm with Nick."

"Can you send me some money?"

"For?"

"For a plane ticket so I can be at the wedding! Where will it happen?"

"You're OK with it?"

"Ok? Mom I've prayed for it since I was eleven! Are you with him right this second?"

"Yes, he's right here."

"Tell him I love him, too."

"You just told him."

"I meant it. I love you Uncle Nick. Thank you for loving my Mom." There was a pause.

Megan added, "Nick... After the wedding, you're no longer my Uncle. You're my Dad. I had a father, now I'll have a Dad. Can I call you Dad?"

Tears ran down my cheeks. I was glad I wasn't trying to push the truck down the road and have the conversation. I said, "You can call me anything you want, except Uncle. I love you."

Megan and LeeAnn talked about property, burial, and the wedding. We promised to send her money and the date we'd be in Denver. LeeAnn ended the call and immediately called Mr. Wilcox her lawyer.

"Sell everything. What won't sell, give away. Give things to people who will use it. Arrange to have him buried with no ceremony, no headstone. Oh, can you send Megan five thousand dollars, please?"

"Done." He said. "I'll settle the estate and get back to you. Give me your cell and emails."

She gave them and the calls were over. She plugged the phone into the charger and relaxed back into her seat. I started the truck and we headed down the road. An hour later she jerked and said, "I was supposed to call Momma back!"

She dialed and they talked for a while. It didn't need to be on speaker and it wasn't. I got the gist anyway.

In Denver I dropped Sammi at the courthouse and twenty minutes later picked her and a big envelope up. That night we filled out the papers and put them in the mail from Nebraska the next day. I had her walk the envelope into the truck stop in Grand Island. I called earlier in the day and asked the male voice that answered if Linda and Donna worked there. He said that Linda was the night manager and Donna worked the late shift. I asked if he could get a message to them for me. He got a pen and paper and wrote it down. It read, "Your big brother is on his way to Grand Island." I said sign it "N".

Later, we pulled our rig to the pumps beside another rig that blocked us from being seen by the cashier at the big desk just inside. They weren't very busy with only six trucks fueling up. Sammi knew what to do.

She mailed the paperwork to Denver at the big desk and checked both Donna and Linda out. She asked Donna if they had a book about weather. Donna took her to the area where books were kept and handed her the one she liked. Donna looked her over carefully and asked, "Have you been in here before?"




Sometimes the Good Guy Wins Ch. 03



"No, but I've heard this is a nice place to stop. My fiancé told me that."

"Your fiancé a trucker?" Donna asked.

"Yup. Wants me to meet him here, says I should ask for Donna or Linda."

"I'm Donna. What's this trucker's name?"

"Nick." Sammi watched her face. Two seconds of confusion and then a huge smile and Donna whirled around and yelled, "Linda, he's here!"

Every customer turned to look. I had walked to the entrance to the restaurant and came through that door instead of the one most truckers used. I watched Donna and Linda looking out at the pumps. The Hunt truck that had hidden our truck pulled away from the pumps and Linda yelled, "There's his truck!"

I stepped behind Donna and quietly said, "I've missed you." 

She spun around and was all over me in a second. It was an enthusiastic full body press, with tongue, lips and intention. I gave as good as I got. Sammi watched and watched Linda at the register. When no one came out of the truck she turned to see Donna. She saw us. She raced from behind the counter and leapt into an embrace that encircled both Donna and me. 

When I looked at Sammi she was smiling. We had talked about these two women and how they had somehow broken the spell caused when my wife died. Sammi wasn't jealous she was grateful. I stayed hugging both Donna and Linda. I introduced them to Sammi and they hugged her. 

A customer called from the counter, "If no one wants my money can I go now?"

Linda flew back to work. She took some harassment for her reaction to our arrival. She also took their money.

Donna said, "You haven't been gone a month. You come back with a fiancé. What's that about?

I opened my mouth and Sammi said, "Nick and I've known each other a lot of years. When I was available, he wasn't. When he was available, I wasn't. A few weeks ago I became available. He was available, thanks to both of you. Now, I'm a trucker's woman."

"I can't say I'm not jealous. Both of us seriously considered chasing down the road with him."

"He told me. I'm glad you didn't... and I think we might have worked it out, if you had."

Donna held my arm around her and asked, "How long can you stay?"

"Until morning. Got a place where we can park?"

"Last time you were here you had number twenty. Take it again. When we get a break can we visit?"

Before I could answer Linda held up a phone and called out, "Nick! You have a phone call."

We walked to the counter and I took the phone. "This is Nick."

"This is the owner of the truck stop. We met once as I recall."

"I think I remember helping you get rid of some garbage." I said.

"Right now someone is filling your rig. Any food or beverages you want, take. Your money's no good here. I can't repay you for what you did for me." The phone went dead in my hand. Can't argue when no one's there. I looked at the phone and said, "Thank you."

At the pumps there's an intercom. The one at the counter came alive and a voice said, "Pump twenty-six. Two hundred-thirty-eight gallons." Linda double clicked the button.

We'd just been given over seven hundred dollars worth of fuel. Linda held down the button and said, "Donna says roll that rig into number twenty and bring her the keys."

"Yes, Ma'am." The voice came back. We watched the rig move to number twenty and the man brought Donna the keys. Donna took the counter and Linda went to dinner with us. We ate, had pie and coffee then Linda walked us back to our truck. Sammi put her arms around Linda and kissed her. I watched, not sure what Sammi was up to. It was not a we're friends kiss. When it ended Linda pulled back a few inches and Sammi said, "I love him, just the way he is. I know the two of you love him too. Can you come inside long enough for to play for a while?"

"Are you serious?"

Sammi opened the door and helped Linda climb up. I opened my door and climbed up, too. In the cab I covered the windshield and Sammi took Linda in the back. They undressed each other. When I joined them four hands undressed me. 

The last time I had seen Linda naked she had a hickie inside her left thigh up close to her pussy. She leaned back on our bed and showed it to Sammi. "The last night we were together Nick put a hickie right there. When he called and said he was coming, I asked Donna to give me a new one in the same spot."

Sammi dropped to her knees and looked closely at the hickie. Her hands held Linda's thighs and I saw her slowly lean towards Linda's other thigh. I leaned over the bed and kissed Linda's mouth. I knew when Sammi's mouth touched Linda. She moaned into my mouth.

I never knew anything about LeeAnn's sex life before she joined me in the truck. I was amazed. Linda's hands reached for my cock and found it. We kept kissing. When Linda's back arched I looked to see what happened. Kilroy peered over Linda's public mound at me and winked. 'Oh my God, she eats pussy, too!' I thought.

My face moved down to Linda's breast and she twisted to get the nipple in my mouth. Sammi twisted my body somehow and aimed my cock into Linda. She stood behind me and rubbed her naked body against me, pushing me into Linda.

"Oh Jesus, Nick! We've missed you!" Linda breathed as I sank into her.

She grabbed Sammi's hand and pulled her up on the bunk. She kept begging me to fuck her forever as she positioned Sammi above her, so she could lick and suck Sammi's pussy. I couldn't believe my little sister could be such a slut!

She wasn't my little sister any more!

Linda shook and Sammi groaned. I grunted and felt my cum rise to the occasion. When I unloaded I was kissing Sammi. Linda was moaning and shaking in her own orgasm. I held myself inside Linda until I began to shrink.

Linda said, "No! Not yet." I waited but couldn't wait long or I'd leave a puddle on our bed. When I pulled back Sammi lifted Linda's legs and went face first into Linda's puss, sucking and licking our combined juices out of her. She lifted off Linda and turned around to kiss Linda. They kissed and Sammi gave her as much of the juices as she could. When the kiss ended Sammi said, "When you go back inside, kiss Donna. Tell her we're waiting right here for her. The door isn't locked."

We snuggled until the need to get back to work pushed Linda to get dressed and go. We kissed and she cried as she left. Sammi snuggled with me and asked, "Did I shock you?"

"Shocked, excited, thrilled and changed the picture I had of you."

"You had a picture of LeeAnn, your virginal little sister. Frank did his best to corrupt me. I hated it because it was never about love, it was about power and domination. What we do now is all about love. Linda loves you. I love you. I think there's enough love to share."

We kissed and dozed, until the door opened. As Donna climbed in she said, "I'm so pissed at both of you!"

"Why?" I asked, shocked that she would be angry.

"Linda came back, kissed me and I tasted pussy and cum. Her pussy, your pussy and Nick's cum!"

"Is that a bad thing?" Sammi asked, grinning. The door closed and clothes started coming off.

"It is when we're busy and it takes me two hours to get here! I soaked through panties, a liner and my jeans!"

Sammi tossed back the blanket and said, "Nick was thinking he needs a satisfying drink. Can he have some of you?"

Donna climbed above me and all but smothered me with her pussy and thighs. Sammi sat up and kissed Donna as she held Donna's breasts. Donna had a hickie on her inner thigh, too. I saw it as she lowered herself onto my face. Someone needs to invent a snorkel for those of us who love eating pussy.

"Oh God! Nick, can't you two stay a while?" She asked as she rocked back and forth like my face was a dildo or a Sybian.

I couldn't answer. Honestly, I didn't want to answer. Sammi slid down on my cock and rode me gently. Since I couldn't see I reached up and found they were pulling one each other's nipples and kissing. Donna's juices flowed into my mouth and every few seconds she lifted just enough that I got a breath.

My right hand went behind Donna and slid down her back to her ass where I found her pucker and pushed. Donna leaned forward and when she did I pushed a finger inside her ass. My mouth and tongue were at work on her pussy. She kept moving constantly, back and forth, side to side and lifts so I could occasionally breath. 

I was getting closer and closer to losing control and spewing my seed inside Sammi when one of them said something I could understand; one word, "Trade.". They both went into action, moving to trade places. Sammi gave me her wet pussy and Donna impaled herself on my waiting cock. Her up and down, side to side motion kept going with my cock the recipient of all her efforts. I was closer. 

Sammi was bent towards Donna and had a lip lock on a nipple. I felt Donna's cunt grip me as the rest of her body shook hard. It was enough. I filled her. When she calmed a little she fell to the side and my cock popped out of her. In a second Sammi had her mouth on Donna and sucked as much of her nectar and mine as she could get. 

Donna didn't move, except to twitch in aftershocks. Sammi focused her attention on getting everything out of Donna. When she had as much as she believed she would get she crawled to Donna's face and they cum-swapped as they kissed.

When Sammi moved to my other side Donna snuggled against me and we kissed. Then I said, "When you get back inside give Linda a kiss. You taste like all three of us."

"Thank you both." Donna said. I wrapped them both in my arms and we napped for about half an hour. The sound of a truck horn woke us. Donna kissed us both two or three more times, dressed and left us.

Sammi said, "I know what we'll talk about in the morning."

"Yeah! How my virginal sister got to be bisexual, kinky and wild!"

"For now, we need sleep." She spooned back against me and we drifted off. My last thought was that my truck smelled just like it did when I arrived at Momma and Dad's farm.

When Donna and Linda got relieved it was seven in the morning. They arrived at our truck at seven after. Donna opened the door and started laughing. She said, "Smells like pussy in here."

She climbed in as Sammi and I woke up. I smelled eggs and coffee. Linda handed them up to Donna and then she climbed in, too. They brought a half-gallon thermos of coffee and a huge Denver omelet, with four forks.

They stripped down and the four of us sat on the bunk sharing the meal. A Denver omelet with hash browns and sausage with toast was probably made using eight or ten eggs. There wasn't much conversation as we ate. Sex and work make people hungry.

When the food was gone Sammi looked at Linda and asked, "May I have dessert?"

"Depends on what you want for dessert." Linda answered, her eyes dancing.

"If you'll lie back and spread your legs, I'll see if I can describe it for you." 

Linda smiled again and flopped over onto her belly. She spread her legs and looked back at Sammi. "My ass feels neglected."

Sammi smiled and found some lube. She squirted some on her fingers and said, "Spread your self open for me, please." Donna and I watched as Sammi's fingers began working magic on Linda's ass. She started with two fingers, pressing in and out as she twisted them. Linda moaned and lifted her ass to help Sammi penetrate her. 

Sammi added the third finger and pressed a little deeper. Linda lifted her ass and pushed back harder as she moaned.

A minute passed and Donna tweaked Sammi's tits, standing behind her. Sammi added the forth finger and pushed in until her knuckles were inside Linda.

"Do you want more, bitch?" Sammi asked. Linda nodded, but didn't speak. I watched as Sammi drew back half an inch. Linda thrust her ass back at Sammi's hand and said, "I want it all! Fuck me to your wrist! I want to feel your hand in my ass tomorrow!"

I whispered to Donna, "My hands are too big to do that. I'd rip you apart. But, as I recall my cock fits nicely in you."

Donna stood beside the bunk and leaned over, putting her tits on the bunk. I stood behind her and slowly shoved my cock inside her pussy. We both moaned and I stroked in and out a few times. Donna then said, "Have my ass, Nick. I'm ready and I want you inside my ass."

I pulled out and moved up just far enough. Donna took a deep breath and as I pushed she let it go. Her muscles relaxed and I slid inside her. As I was fully inside her I looked over at Linda's ass. Sammi's hand was completely inside her ass, twisting and pumping in and out a few inches.

Linda was cumming continuously. She was bathed in sweat and her body twitched and her back arched. I moved my attention back to Donna who was getting close to her cum as well. I reached under her hip and found her slit with my fingers. Inside her slit I found her clit and when I stroked it I said, "Donna, I love you."

"Nick, I love you, too!" She screamed the words as she was taken by her orgasm. I kept stroking with my fingers and cock. She shot her juices on me and the floor.

Sammi backed slowly out of Linda and got a wet towel to clean Linda and herself up. As she cleaned them up she kissed and caressed Linda. I got another towel and cleaned Donna. I started the shower and got us clean as quickly as I could. I read the clock. It read 0611am. PST.

When I stepped out of the water Donna helped me dry off and helped me dress. She was dressed. Sammi moved into the shower and Linda washed and dried her. I left the truck and did my safety walk-around. When I was done all three women were standing beside the driver's door. Kisses and hugs were given. Tears fell and Donna said, "Stay in touch, OK?"

We promised. We climbed inside our home and headed east on I-80. My GPS said it was 450 miles to Davenport, Iowa and if we stayed at about sixty we'd get there in just under eight hours. Sammi waited until we were ten minutes down the I-80 before she spoke.

"Ok to talk now?"

"Yes. I am curious, but as I've thought about it I'm not sure I want to know your history. I already know more about you than most men know about their wives."

"You know about your sister, before she married Bill. After Bill came into my life you might know one quarter of one percent of my life. "

"So, Sammi, tell me about the guy you were married to, once upon a time."

"Ok. I think we had a pretty normal marriage for the first two years. We lived in an apartment complex with three hundred apartments. Mostly it was filled with people about our age. Our windows faced the hills. In good weather we went to the pool often. Bill liked seeing other men looking at me. On our two-year anniversary he bought me a string bikini. It was bright yellow. Before he gave it to me he carefully cut the lining out of the suit. My nipples showed when I put it on and I realized I'd have to shave almost every hair off down there, too."

"I thought it was too revealing. Bill was already hard seeing me in it in our apartment. We drank some champagne and then went to the pool. He had alerted some of his buddies and they were there with cameras. I stood next to the edge of the pool and suddenly someone bumped me and I fell in. When I came up, Bill stuck his hand down to help me out and wham; I was lifted out of the water! Tons of cameras snapped and I saw that the suit was transparent. I got my robe on and dashed to our apartment."

"What did Bill do?"

"He stayed at the pool and collected the film from all the guys. When he came back to the apartment he laughed at me. I was embarrassed and angry. I said I wasn't that kind of woman. He bet me I was."

"What was the bet?"

"He bet me he could convince me to wear the suit to a pool party which was the very next day. He said if I wore it he'd give me a thousand dollars."

"You said No, didn't you?"

"At first. Then he showed me one of the rolls of film. He said, "If you don't go to the party and stay at least two hours, I'll have these rolls printed and I'll send the pictures to a hundred people." I knew he meant it.'

I glanced over and said, "So you went."

"Yes! I think I blushed all afternoon. I was trapped. I knew he had lots of pictures from the first day and all day at the party I heard cameras clicking. He had me as a slave and he knew it! He did it on purpose!"

"If I'd have known..."

"I didn't want you or Dad in prison! You'd have killed him! I couldn't tell anyone!"

"Good thing he's dead. What did he do next?"

"He got promoted. I got pregnant. We moved from the big complex to Winston-Salem and bought a house. In private he joked that he wasn't sure the baby was his. I knew it was. Up until the baby was a year old he was the only man I had ever had sex with."

"What happened then?" I asked.

"Some of the guys and women he worked with talked about a resort they went to, and they invited us along. He was told about what kind of resort it was, all he told me was that it was a private membership resort. It was a nudist resort for adults only!"

"Was it for nude recreation or an excuse to have a swingers club?"

"Swingers! We were met by the welcoming committee: three nude women and Bill's boss. The first thing I noticed about Bill's boss was the tattoo on his dick of a star. He shook Bill's hand and gave me a hug that included squeezing my ass. Bill got intimate hugs from both women. I knew then I was in deep and had no way out."

"What happened that weekend?"

"I told Bill I didn't want to be "socially nude" as the welcoming committee had said it would be. He said tough. He was my husband and what he said was how it would be. That night we went to a pot-luck dinner in the clubhouse and dancing after dinner. Everyone was either nude or in show-off clothes. Bill made me go nude. Bill invited all the men to dance with me and they did. Just before the first dance I asked him what he was up to. He answered that he intended to fuck every woman in the group and to allow every man to fuck me. He said if I refused any request I'd spend some time in the hospital."

"What a bastard!"

"I was in the emergency room for nine hours and wore a cast on my left arm for six weeks. I'd refused to let someone have my ass. During the six weeks I was in a cast he invited men to the house and watched as they each had me however they wanted. All had my ass and a few had both my ass and pussy. No one used a rubber and a few did my ass first."

"Good way to get an infection!"

"The infection lasted three months. I think Bill got laid every day while I was taking pills and rubbing creams inside myself."

"I'm so glad he's dead! I'd be in sooo much trouble!"

"If he wasn't dead I'd never tell you what he did. I love you. I'll shorten the tale. From the time Megan was two until I left for Wyoming I was an unpaid whore. I was so afraid of him sharing the pictures with Momma and Dad and you that I did whatever he told me to do. I had to shut Momma out for all those years. He had me star in blow parties. He'd invite ten guys over to our house and I had to blow all of them while he watched. He had wives of other men teach me how to please a woman and they took plenty of pictures. He had me attend bachelor parties and fuck all the young guys at the party as well as suck anyone who wanted me."

"You knew he was fucking lots of other women. Why did getting one pregnant get you to leave him?"

"It didn't. Two weeks before she showed up on the porch I found where he kept all the pictures, videos and photographs of everything. I knew there were probably millions of pictures of me out in the world that I'll never be able to control any of them, so I had to just let them go. When his new woman came to the door I wasn't shocked, but it spurred me into action. Out behind our garage we had a fifty-gallon drum Bill used to burn trash sometimes. I started a charcoal fire at the bottom and when it was damn hot I fed it every DVD, CD and picture from Bill's stash. I packaged up five CD's of him doing other women and a few men and sent them to the post office in Wyoming for me to pick up, just in case he decided to fight me in court. When you arrived Bill's stash was gone. Now, he's gone too and I'm not sad that he's gone. I've got Momma back, too."




Sometimes the Good Guy Wins Ch. 03



"If you hated what he made you do, why did you do what you did with Linda and Donna? I'd never force you to do anything you didn't want to do. You don't ever have to do anything like that!"

"Donna and Linda live as lesbians. Do you know why? Because they both won't fit in here! The only solution they came up with was to stay together and invite you back as often as possible. If I had said, "He's mine now" it would have been cruel. Bill was into cruel, not me. The best way for me to be, for all of us, is as partners in love. We're in Iowa. In Iowa you're my husband. We're a couple. In Nebraska we aren't a simple couple. We're a foursome. I feel good about us. I feel good about sharing you with them and being shared with as freely as they shared."

"You are amazing."

"I was worried you would be possessive, but you had already loved them both and adding me didn't ruin anything. They both wanted you to have their asses because the feelings will last longer and because they believe offering that to you is so intimate it's special."

"There's something else, isn't there?" I asked.

"Yes. When I was little I discovered I could listen to people. Not just what they said, but what they thought. You were the first one I listened to, then Momma. She taught me how to keep it a secret and not intrude. When I married Bill I shut it off, completely. It was a mistake but I was so afraid you might end up in prison if I let Momma know, or anyone. I stopped talking with Momma and I even stopped listening. When I got to the farm Momma and I had a long talk and cry. We're Ok again. When I met Donna and Linda I listened and knew they loved you."

"That's how Momma knows everything!"

"Yes. She listens. Now I listen too."

It was nearing noon when I pulled into a rest stop near Des Moines. Sammi opened the fridge and discovered treats left by Linda and Donna. Two nice lunches packed in carry out foam we could zap in the microwave. We ate, used the facilities and were back on the road before one o'clock.

Sammi spent some time reading her book about weather. I focused on the road, other vehicles and listening to the weather reports every fifteen minutes. I knew we'd be in Davenport Iowa before my eight hours were up, but it would be close. Fortunately the I-80 Truck Stop is ten miles west of Davenport. We stopped. It's huge. I called Danni in L.A. and let her know we were doing OK. She harassed me a little and said she'd heard there was a rig in Iowa that smelled like sex. I said I was having trouble walking. We laughed and I could tell she was happy for both of us.

We played, ate, slept, played and snuggled in Davenport Iowa. Next stop, Avon Ohio. Four-hundred-seventy-five miles and exactly eight driving hours if the traffic cooperated. We left Davenport at six in the morning. Sammi had never seen a Great Lake so we took and hour off at Gary Indiana and she saw a Great Lake, Lake Michigan. It was getting towards evening when we stopped at the Pilot Truck Stop in Avon.

We decided to eat in the restaurant and as we ate different people I had known approached us. The first was a Cuban trucker out of L.A. named Luis. He drove for Hunt. He walked to our table and sat down. He looked at Sammi and asked, "Nick, you pickin' up hitchers now?"

"Nope. You toten' a partner yet?

He shook his head and replied, "If I could find a cute one like her, I'd take her in a minute and swear all of you to silence so my wife didn't find out." We both laughed.

Sammi asked, "Why not bring your wife on the road?"

"From the day we bought the house in L.A. she hasn't been over fifty miles from it. She'd get rid of me before she'd leave that house." He laughed and we both heard some pain behind his laughter. He congratulated us on finding each other and went on his way. He'd been gone ten minutes when Kelly Harper took his seat.

"Word is someone brought you out of your coma, Nick. I can see that it's true." She faced Sammi and extended a hand. "I'm Kelly and I want to thank you for putting a smile back on this man. For a while I wasn't sure he was coming back to us."

Sammi shook her hand and said, "With good looking women like you truckin I'm surprised it took him as long to come back as it did."

"Oh, and she has a silver tongue too. Damn, I'm sure you already know about her tongue. Honey, I'm glad to meet you. Anytime you want some girl-girl time, my truck's the pink Freightliner." She got up, kissed my cheek and Sammi's mouth, then she swayed her way out of the restaurant. We both watched her go.

"Do I give off a bi vibe?" Sammi asked.

"I don't know about a vibe, but sweetheart you are two very attractive things, beautiful and a trucker. That makes you fair game for offers like that one. By the way, she's serious. If we're hauling in the same direction or layin' over at the same stop, she'd help you up into her cab without hesitation."

"With you included?"

"I don't know the answer to that. If we knock on her door we'll get the answer."

"Do you want me to knock on her door?" Sammi asked, with a very soft voice. If I said yes I figured it moved me toward being the same kind of asshole as Bill. If I said no maybe she'd hear it as me disapproving of her past and her willing participation with Linda and Donna.

"If you feel the desire for some girl-girl time I think Kelly would love to share with you. I'd understand if that happens, but I hope you don't need it for a few months. Including her in a threesome would also be Ok with me, someday. I think Donna and Linda are different. Anyone else is a long ways down the road, if ever."

"I can see it way out in the future, but right now we're still new. I want to enjoy feeling safe, protected and loved with just you." She rested her hand on my forearm as she spoke.

"I love you." I said. We got up, paid the bill and wandered back to the truck. We spent an hour making the sleeper ship-shape. Sammi took the sheets and pillowcases inside and did laundry. I carried our clothes and followed her. As I loaded the washer I felt strange. It had been five years since I had loaded panties and bras into a washer. 

Sammi saw a smile grow on my face and she came over to me and asked, "What prompted the smile?"

I reached into the washer and pulled out a bra. I held it up and said, "I like having this in my laundry."

"I like it, too." She kissed me and we stood together looking out the windows while the machines did their work. My arm was around her waist and hers around mine. In the laundry room there were five other people, all men. I could almost smell the envy in the room.

We switched the loads from washers to dryers and stepped outside for some fresh air. Sammi said, "My life has sure changed."

"Mine too."

"You were already a trucker."

"A trucker who most of the time was in a coma. I was going through the motions, but I wasn't alive. Now look! I have things to look forward to, things I want to do and share with you. I want to take some time off and go on a Honeymoon. I want to go back to the second house and wake up there with rain making noise on the roof and you next to me."

"When you left me in the house and went out to the truck, I cried. You were so close, yet sooo far away."

"I'm glad I didn't move the truck."

"I think I still could have found you."

"Momma would have brought you a flashlight if you couldn't." We laughed a little and leaned against the laundry wall for a while. We went back inside and folded clothes and sheets. We carried it all back to the truck and put everything away.

I checked the weather report on weather.com and found we needed to be on the road early the next morning to beat a weather system chasing us. We talked it over and decided to leave before dawn. Leaving at three in the morning would put us way out in front of the storm and get us close to Albany before it started raining. The other consideration was that we'd drive past Lake Erie in the dark and Sammi would miss it.

"Are we ever coming back this way?" Sammi asked.

"Probably in three days."

"Then let's start in the dark. Oh, Honey, that means we ought to get to bed soon!"

"Ok, but there are a couple things we need to do. A safety check and a walk. We haven't been getting enough vertical exercise."

She looked deep in thought for a few seconds and said, "When we walk Kelly will join us. I want her to."

"Ok. Let's go!" We did the safety check with Sammi leading and me coaching. She learned well and I only made minor corrections. Then we walked two laps around the truck stop. As we passed our rig at the end of the first lap I saw Kelly get down from her pink Freightliner. She came to us. I wondered how Sammi knew she would join us, then I remembered she said she could listen to thoughts.

"Mind if I tag along? I need the exercise, but don't do it often enough."

Sammi and Kelly put me between them and we were off. Sammi held my hand and after a hundred yards or so Kelly asked, "Sammi, Ok with you if I hold his other hand?"

"Ok by me, if it's Ok with Nick. It might start rumors though."

"Fewer than if I was holding your hand." They both smiled. Kelly took my hand and all three of us smiled. Like lots of truckers I've known Kelly has long pauses in her conversations.

She asked, "Next stop?"

Sammi answered, "Albany, then Portland Maine."

"I'll follow you to Albany, then I head into Boston."

I asked, "Kelly, how long have you been on the road?"

"This trip or forever?"

"Forever." Sammi and I answered.

"My husband was a long haul trucker and the last two years I was his co-driver. He had a heart attack in '88 and I inherited the truck. Everything else we own is in a storage locker in Denver. That puts me on the road as a driver since '86. Twenty-two or three years."

Sammi asked, "How long have you been alone?"

"You mean without someone in the truck with me? Six years. Two years before that I took on a co-driver but after two years it didn't work anymore so we parted ways."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Sammi said.

"Sammi, how long have you been on the road?" Kelly asked.

"What day is it?"

"Jesus! Nick, what's going on here?"

"I've known Sammi most of my life. First we were friends then I went away into the military and she got married. When I came back she wasn't available. I got married and later my wife got sick and she died."

"I remember. I thought it would kill both of you."

"Not long ago Sammi's husband died of an angry husband and we were both available at the same moment. Sammi contacted my Dad and he found me. Two days later she was in my truck."

"So, how do you like being a trucker?"

"I'm just a beginner. I've been reading about weather and about how to do the paperwork."

"Did someone besides Nick show you about paperwork?"

"Danni in L.A."

"Great! She is the best. Have you driven at all?"

"Not yet. I want to. I believe I can do it and it will help us make more money."

Kelly stopped, stopping all of us. She said, "Consider this: my rig is a lot like yours. We're headed to Albany at the same time. If Sammi rides with me we can talk about the woman's side of trucking. Stuff you won't think of cause you're a man. That's not a put down. Then in Albany, we can stop at Petrol 9W in Glenmont and Sammi can rejoin you."

I felt Sammi squeeze my hand. I hoped that meant she wanted to do it. I said, "If Sammi wants a lesson in being a truckin woman, I'm better than Ok with it. Not only a good education, but a chance to build a new friendship. What do you think, Sammi?"

"Do you promise I can come back to Nick?" Sammi was smiling as she asked.

"Well, Ok."

"Can we buy you dinner in Glenmont?" I asked.

"Yes! I know the perfect place. It's walking distance from the truck stop."

"Deal. What time did you want to head out?" I asked.

"If we go to bed now and get up at about two-thirty we can be on the highway by three. That gets us to Glenmont before the storm and hopefully we get to drive the whole way on dry roads."

"Perfect." We resumed walking. We arrived at our truck and gave and received hugs all around. As she turned to walk back to her truck Kelly said, "Please don't wear pink."

They both laughed. We got inside and undressed. When we got into bed we didn't join. We held each other, kissing and touching for a long time, maybe five minutes. Then we slept, still holding each other. At 2:30 in the morning our alarm woke us and we started another day of trucking. Sammi dressed in baggy jeans and a flannel shirt. She carried a jacket as she took the short walk to the pink Kenworth. I let them lead. 

As I followed I thought. It had been five years since Bonnie died. Five quiet years in the cab of my truck. In my head I did the math and came to the conclusion that for six hundred thousand miles I'd been alone. Then I spent two days with Donna and a night with Linda. A few days later I helped LeeAnn climb up into the cab. We were in our second week on the road. Seventy-five hundred miles with a woman in the cab with me and now that I was in the second hour without her beside me, I was missing her. A lot!

I was impressed with Kelly as a driver. She skirted around problems with ease and kept a good steady pace. When we were twenty miles from the truck stop I noticed dark clouds in my side mirrors. Very dark clouds. We had left at the right time. We hadn't stopped for lunch. I figured Sammi made lunch for them both and fed Kelly while they drove. She had been making and feeding me lunch for a few days and I'd already stopped thinking far enough ahead to make a lunch. I realized again how much I loved having Sammi beside me.

We pulled into the parking of the truck stop and parked side by side. We did our safety checks and then went into the restaurant together. After we ordered and our drinks had been delivered I asked, "Well, did the two of you become sisters?"

They both smiled and looked at each other. Kelly said, "If we did I guess that'd make you my brother, too. Wouldn't it?" She was still smiling.

I looked at Sammi and saw her smiling back at me. She trusted Kelly and had trusted her enough to tell her about LeeAnn. I had a choice. I could get upset with Sammi for telling and ruin the next few days with my upset or I could accept that it had happened, it couldn't be changed, and welcome my new sister into the family.

My eyes went back to Kelly and I asked, "Sis, can you find a way to be in Denver a week from today?"

"Sis? I'm family? Just like that?" Her eyebrows were up, her eyes wide open and she sounded surprised.

"Look! I trust Sammi with my life. If she opened us up to you it's because she believes you're worth it. Good enough for her, good enough for me. Ok, you're family. Next week in Denver we're getting married. You should be there. You can meet your niece, Megan and our parents."

"Just like that?"

"You want resistance? Ok, if you show up for the wedding you have to wear a dress! And heels! And getting into the family has a probation period."

"How long a probation?" Kelly asked.

"Don't screw up between right now and..."

Sammi interrupted and said, "When we leave tomorrow!"

"Yeah!" I affirmed.

Dinner was delivered. Local time had the menu saying it was lunch but since we were truckers we knew it was dinner or supper. We ate and when the meal was finished we had things to do. Clean up of the trucks, checking the engines, tires, brakes and other little tasks. We left the restaurant and went to the big screen TV that was showing the weather. It was raining, turning to snow and we could expect it to last until about noon the next day. If we stayed put until late the next afternoon the roads would be clear and we could get to Boston and Portland by early the next day.

Sammi and Kelly went to the phones and called our destinations and called Danni. I went to our trucks and did what I could do before the storm halted the effort. Both trucks were in good shape. I thought about how Sammi was taking more and more responsibility as my partner, not just my wife and sex toy.

The winds picked up, rain turned to snow and the temperature dropped. We retreated to our sleepers and Sammi used the cell to call thirty-five feet to our left. She asked, "What time do you think you'll leave tomorrow?"

"It depends on the weather report. I plan to sleep about ten hours tonight, get up in the morning and check the weather channel. The way the storm has been moving I figure two to three hours after it clears here it will be clear for me all the way into Boston."

Sammi had the conversation on speaker. She said, "Thanks. Now I know how you think that through. Another good lesson. I'm learning."

"I know our friendship just started but... I want you to know the rest of the story."

"Stop! Kelly, I have us on speaker. If you're about to share something with me that should be just between us girls I'll shut the speaker off. Nick understands privacy and secrets."

There was about twenty seconds of silence. Kelly's voice was less sure of herself than it had been, but she said, "If it's ok with the two of you, I'd rather do this face-to-face. Can I come over?"

I said, "Pink rover, pink rover, can Kelly come over?"

Sammi responded, "Yes! Let Kelly come over!" We were laughing when the connection ended and fifteen seconds later Kelly quickly climbed up and into our home. I handed her a towel and she wiped some wetness from her trip away.

We turned the seats and Kelly sat on the driver's seat, Sammi sat shotgun and I sat on the bunk. Sammi offered coffee, diet Coke, water. Kelly said, "Maybe later, if the offer is still there. First, please let me talk."

I knew the signal. Bonnie taught it to me. "Let me talk" means, don't interrupt. Don't fix anything. Don't offer me a tissue. JUST LISTEN! I froze. I was granting her the space and freedom to share whatever it was she wanted to share.

"I remember when I first met Nick and Bonnie." Kelly said. "One look and I knew she was his life. They were as close as right leg and left leg. Every time I saw them I missed my husband so much I cried."

Tears flowed down her cheeks. I wanted to look for our box of tissues, but I didn't. That would be an interruption.

"When the word got out that they were off the road and that she was dying I cried even harder. Then I saw Nick back on the road. It broke my heart. It wasn't Nick. His heart died with Bonnie. About two years after Bonnie passed I was in Atlanta and he came up to me in a restaurant and asked if he could sit down. I said yes and he sat down. We ate that meal together and he never said a word." She had been shifting between looking at Sammi and the floor.

She turned her head and looked right at me. "While he sat there in silence, I realized I loved him. I realized that for the rest of my life he could share my table without saying anything and I'd get it. He gave me everything he had to give in that dinner. When we were finished eating Nick thanked me, paid the bill and walked away. Every time we've been in the same place at the same time, we've shared a meal. He's always been a gentleman and the last few times I sensed he was ready to come back to life. I saw you together back there and my heart jumped for joy and it broke. Nick, I'm honored to be invited to be family. Honored to be invited to the wedding and to meet the rest of the family. But, I can't!"

Her hands covered her face and she cried. Sobbed. Sammi didn't move. I didn't move. I sensed that we both wanted to hold her, comfort her, say something.

She gathered herself back together and looked up at Sammi. "I can't be your sister. I love your husband. Hell, I love you. We weren't an hour out of Avon and I knew we had connected. It was easy, we both love the same man!"

Kelly turned and looked at me and said, "I'll never say it again. I won't track you down or be a pest. But... the way you both just opened your hearts to me I couldn't go one more mile down the road without being honest."




Sometimes the Good Guy Wins Ch. 03



She started to turn.

Sammi asked, "Are you done?" She asked with power in her voice. It stopped Kelly in mid-twist. She nodded.

Sammi continued. "I knew you loved Nick when you sat down with us. You wanted to touch his arm. You wanted to congratulate us and you wanted him to stand up and take you in his arms. I felt all of that. Well, I have something to say about it!" She found the tissues and took four, handing the box to Kelly when she had her four. Kelly took four.

"Kelly, A few days ago we stopped in Nebraska and I met two other women who love Nick. I didn't say "naunnie-naunnie he's mine now, you lose." I invited them into our home and we loved them. I've loved him my whole life! I get how Donna loves him. How Linda loves him. How Bonnie loved him. I hate to admit it but there is something good, besides my daughter, that came from being married to Bill. Living in his abuse I became very accepting of others. When faced with Donna jumping into Nick's arms and promising him anything her life could give, I didn't feel jealousy. I felt and feel gratitude. Momma knew we couldn't be together until we could give up being normal like other people think of normal. Possessive is normal. We have enough room in our hearts to love anyone who is as loving and wonderful as you. I know Nick loves you. Look at him. I see it. I feel it. He isn't quite sure how to show you, but he loves you."

"Fuck!" Kelly said. "Now what do I do?"

"You stand in front of Nick and say, "You don't need to say anything. If you accept my love completely, take my clothes off and express your love physically."

I was once again astounded by Sammi. She was telling a woman she'd known less than a week to strip and have me love her. As she said what she said, my penis became a hard, anxious cock. Seconds passed with just the sounds of the wind outside and the roar of the thoughts in my head. 

Kelly stood slowly and moved the two steps to stand in front of me. She lifted my chin so I was looking at her face, watching tears sliding down and tracing lines down her neck. She said, "You don't need to say anything..."

I stood up. My fingers found the top button of her shirt and held it. "If you accept my love completely, please take my clothes off and let me love you completely."

I undid the button. I watched my fingers find the second button and then as I unbuttoned it I kissed Kelly. Our lips met softly, without hurry or even urgency. Her lips were hot to my touch and parted the instant we touched. As the kiss lasted the buttons of her shirt magically were opened.

I helped the shirt go up and off her shoulders. Sammi took the shirt and put it somewhere. The bra she was wearing reminded me of an industrial bra one might find in a Duluth Trading Company catalog. No lace. Function, not flattery. It had a clasp between her breasts and I reached for it. My fingers entered the cups either side of the clasp and I looked into her eyes. "Kelly, I love you. I may have wanted to love you for years, but couldn't stop being normal. I'm no longer normal."

I opened her bra and she shrugged the straps off her shoulders. It fell from her and was caught before it hit the floor. Kelly's hands opened my shirt and she pressed her chest against mine. Her arms continued removing my shirt and Sammi didn't let it hit the floor.

We kissed again and again and once when we took a breath she said, "I wish I'd worn something sexy for you."

"You did. I think skin is sexy. Please, show me more."

"I want to see you, too." She said as her hands opened her pants and slid them to the floor. Sammi held her boots to enable Kelly to step up and out of them. I removed my pants and underwear and with Sammi's assistance my boots. My underwear were from Duluth Trading Company. Kelly giggled and said, "Both of us were wearing blue."

"And now we're wearing skin!" I said as I pulled her to me for another kiss. I heard Sammi opening our bed, taking the blanket and sheet to one end of the bed. I gently pushed Kelly onto the bed and she looked at Sammi. Sammi leaned between us and said, "Nick loves you, as a man loves a woman. I love you too, as a sister and as a woman loves another woman. When you are in bed I'll pull the curtain and go inside the truck stop."

Kelly kissed Sammi as my cock touched Sammi on her back. Then she said, "You don't need to go. If you go you don't need to stay gone too long. I love you too and I'd love to show you, here in your bed."

"Ok! I accept." Sammi stood up, held my throbbing cock in her hand and kissed me. She said, "Save a little for me, OK?"

"One inch or two?" I asked. She squeezed and we both laughed. I climbed on the bed with Kelly and Sammi drew the curtain. Kelly and I assumed the woman below position otherwise known to me as the missionary prayer position. Her hands guided me into her and I slowly pushed inside in one long, slow push.

Kelly said, "Please go slowly. Brush the cobwebs away before you go too deep."

"I'll love you for the rest of our lives, even if you don't want to do this." I said.

"I've waited five years for you to be inside me. I really don't care if it hurts a little. I want to feel you inside me, for as long as I can feel you inside me. For now, slow and easy, but soon I'll beg for fast and so hard I have bruises in Boston. Leave hickies on my tits and anywhere else you want to. I love you, Nick!"

When I finally was pressed against her our hairs pressed against each other and I moved laterally to stimulate her clit. We kissed and moved together to music only we could hear. I drew back and pressed forward. Kelly moaned and I did it again.

My hips needed no more guidance. Our hands and mouths explored the skin that could be reached and found ways to inspire more gasps, moans and squeaks. The wet sounds of our mating seemed loud in the small sleeper.

"Woof?" She asked. Her eyes were locked on mine as she asked. Somehow we transitioned to doggy without disconnecting. My hand settled onto her cheeks and I watched as my cock slid into her pussy from behind. I massaged her back as I stroked inside her, drawing her to me and I pushed in and pushing her to the end of my cock as I drew back.

"Oh sweet Heaven!" She said, her eyes closed. "I've missed you for too long!" 

I wondered who she missed. A hard cock, a past lover or me? Maybe what she missed was being loved, filled and cared for.

We heard the door to the truck open and close. Ten seconds of cold air and then the door was closed and we heard Sammi taking her clothes off. She said, "Weather says no one's going anywhere until day after tomorrow."

She opened the curtain and looked at us. "Oh goodie! You saved some for me!"

I continued to stroke into Kelly. Sammi lay beside Kelly and wiggled her way under her in a sixty-nine. Looking just above her face she could see my cock entering Kelly's pussy. I felt her breath on my wet cock and heard Kelly gasp. Her eyes widened and she said, "She's licking me!"

"Do you like it?" I asked.

"Yes! Oh, Sammi, please don't stop!"

She didn't stop, she added licking my cock at the back of every stroke. She added holding Kelly's breasts and twisting her nipples in sync with every penetration.

Kelly's breathing changed and became gasps. Her body shook harder and harder. I slammed into her harder and harder. Deeper wasn't possible. I felt the bruises I was getting and believed Kelly knew she had them as well.

"I'm going to cum! It's so sweet! Don't stop!"

We didn't. Kelly's back arched. She screamed and flopped forward, landing on Sammi. I held my weight off both of them and slowly backed out of Kelly. As soon as I was out Sammi took my cock in her mouth and sucked all our juices off me. When I backed farther back she focused on Kelly's snatch and sucked, licked and kissed her until Kelly came back to the living and said, "Please stop! Not forever, but just for right now."

We rearranged ourselves so Kelly was in between us and we continued kissing, touching and expressing affection for her. We napped. When I woke up we were covered and I was holding Kelly facing me. Sammi was behind me, spooning me.

Sammi was right. I was beginning to suspect that Sammi was just like Momma. She knew things. Not from study, schooling or reading books about neuro-linguistic programming. Sammi and Momma just knew things. I could fight it or accept it. Neither would change it and since it had already made my life a thousand percent better I decided to accept it.

Sammi put her hand on my chest and hugged me to her. She whispered, "Good thinking." She kissed my back and we both went back to sleep.

When I woke I heard whispers. Sammi and Kelly were up and sitting in the driver's seat and shotgun. I could hear the whispers and even identify who was speaking, but not what was being said.

"Could you whisper a little louder, please? I'm having trouble hearing."

They laughed and joined me back in bed. They were both cold and pressed against me to get warm. They may have had some other reason, too.

Sammi kissed me and said, "We were talking about you."

"Were you saying nice things about me?"

"Thing you don't even know about yourself or about the rest of the family." Sammi said.

"I know Momma knows everything and I figured out how she knows. You told me yesterday."

Kelly said, "Both you and Momma tune into the people around you?"

"Yup. Momma started training me to listen when I was little. Then she taught me how to turn it off so I wouldn't go crazy."

"You shut it off while you and Frank dated?" I asked.

"I was young and stupid. If I'd listened I'd have known what he had planned for my life and I never would have married him."

Kelly kissed me and snuggled in closer. "What gift do Nick and your Dad have?"

"Nick and I have been on the road for less than a month. I met Danni in Los Angeles. She is in love with Nick. In Nebraska I met Linda and Donna. They love Nick. You sat down with us and I knew as you walked to the table you had loved him for years. Momma goes to town with Dad every time he goes to town. Not to control him, to protect him. Most of the women in town over thirty love Dad."

"I love him because of some magic?" Kelly asked.

"No. No magic. They both are the kind of man Momma, you, Donna, Danni and others have prayed for all your lives. They are just who you see. When Nick is happy the happy energy that comes from him cannot be hidden. When Bonnie died and he hurt none of us could be near him. It hurt too much. He doesn't talk about his feelings. He is his feelings and his mind and his soul."

It was quiet in the truck. I'd just been given the highest praise of my life and I just let it surround me. I had an urge to suck on Kelly's nipple. I rolled toward her and scooted down just enough to make that happen. She watched and her eyes opened wide. As my lips encircled her areola she wrapped my head with her arms and said, "I just asked him to kiss my right breast!"

Sammi said, "I heard you."

"That's not magic?"

"That's magic for normal people."

"When we made love last night, all I did was think about what I wanted and Nick gave it to me. I wasn't sure if I was saying things out loud or just thinking. I didn't care, either!"

"I think about a quarter of the kids within ten years of our age in our town are our brothers and sisters. Momma knows everything. We've talked about putting up a statue in town after Dad dies with the legend on it that says, "Father of the town". I'd love to see the faces of all the women he has loved and been loved by over the years."

I asked, "What about Bonnie?"

"She understood you from the day you met. Her energy kept women at bay, sort of. Danni still loved you but wouldn't allow herself to touch you. She still found a way to have lunch with you almost every time you came to L.A. and when you touched her, while we were there she came! You touched her shoulder!"

"Damn!"

Kelly looked out and saw the storm was still blowing, snowing and cold. We listened to the storm, held to each other and I thought at Sammi on purpose for the first time of my life.

'Sammi, you never call Momma on the phone do you?' Her head shook slowly, side to side. "I did for years. I shut our connection down so she wouldn't know my pain and wouldn't tell Dad or you. As we drove away from the farm we were connected again."

'She knows about Kelly?'

Sammi spoke, "She knows and stronger still she feels what I feel when we join. When I was married I shut her out for years. Now she has an orgasm every time I do. She knows when you cum, too."

Kelly rolled over me and kissed Sammi. Then she said, "That one's for you, Momma."

Sammi gave Kelly a kiss and said, "Momma says thank you."

"I'll give her one in person in Denver."

Sammi suddenly sat upright and stayed still for quite a long time. Kelly smiled and said, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" She sat up and the two naked women embraced, kissed and cried.

I sat up and asked, "Do you think we could do more than get married in Denver? Could all three of us get married in some kind of ceremony that wouldn't send anyone to jail? Could we start a trucking company and be partners? Could Kelly be part of the family and share holidays with us and everything?"

Kelly smiled and asked, "Are you proposing to me?"

"Yes! That, and more."

"You had me yesterday."

"I know! And I had you last night, too. But, will you marry me? Both of you?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Kelly said. She said that before. Was she repeating the answers she had given Sammi and Momma before they put the idea in my mind?

"We'll never tell!" Sammi said. 

We laughed and played together for the rest of the day. The storm dropped sixteen inches of snow before it moved out over the ocean headed for Greenland. We did extra good safety checks on both trucks and gave publically acceptable kisses good-bye before we climbed aboard the two trucks and left the truck stop. 

Between Albany and just before we reached Worcester Mass we followed the pink Freightliner. From the way Sammi talked to me I gathered she and Kelly were still communicating. Something had turned the communication link on between them. Thirty minutes down the road Sammi suddenly giggled and asked, "You willing to get this truck painted pink?" I didn't answer out loud. I didn't need to. Sammi laughed. I was pretty sure Kelly laughed too.

As the signs for the junction were seen I wanted to pull over and spend some time loving Kelly and Sammi. I felt the "Thank you" from both of them. I watched as the pink truck left us and silently said, "I love you Kelly. My wife, my lover, my sister." 

Sammi had tears in her eyes. Twenty miles later she said, "Kelly was glad I had had her wear panty liners this morning."

"Did you wear a liner too?"

"Yes! I knew I'd flood."

"Please give me a taste."

She unbuckled and took off her pants, panties and double liner. She got a towel and after she folded it she sat again. Fingers dipped into her honey and she gave me a two finger taste.

"Delightful!"

She gave me another taste every five miles all the way to Portland. Inside the cab I had the temperature at seventy-two. The thermometer on my side mirror said it was sixteen degrees outside. Sammi focused on the road, weather and traffic around us.

Up ahead I saw a Lincoln Navigator. He was driving about five miles slower than the rest of us. I got over in the other lane to pass him and Sammi said, "Long before you get close, honk once. He's driving in a trace. A honk will get him back inside his SUV."

I was five hundred meters behind him and in the other lane when I tapped the horn. He suddenly swerved halfway into my lane and then corrected. I passed him and Sammi looked over and down at him.

"His sixteen year old is pregnant. The boy who got her that way is in jail and her mother went on a bender when their daughter told her the news."

"You hear all that?"

"When I was younger the voices just about drove me crazy. Now I can focus. I get a feeling and I zero in on the source. He'll be home as soon as he gets to Lowell."

"I'm glad we don't have his problems." I said. I watched traffic and thought about an appropriate name for our new company. I thought of "SNK Trucking", Sammi Nick and Kelly Trucking. Then I thought "TP&D Trucking".

Sammi laughed. "Two pussies and a dick trucking?" That one has Kelly laughing!

Sammi said, "Kelly wants to change her name to Kelly Peterson and wants us to call the company "Peterson Family Trucking."

I thought that over for a while and said, "Done!" 

"Kelly wants us to have the new names painted on our trucks while were in Denver. She knows a guy there who can do it for us."

Two hours later Kelly was backing her truck to the dock in Boston and we were backing into the dock in Portland. Sammi went into the office and I watched the crew unload the trailer. The crew made comments about my new boss. Sammi came out of the office and said we would get half a load in Portland and Kelly got us another half load in Boston bound for L.A., just like her load. We needed to get loaded and down to Boston ASAP.

The paperwork was done perfectly. I checked. Sammi whispered, "Kelly helped." She handed me an envelope with our check in it. She whispered, "Kelly checked it too."

Half an hour later we were back on the road. Two hours after that we were in Boston, backing up to the dock beside a pink Freightliner. The paperwork was done. The freight lined up on the dock and three guys and a towmotor started loading immediately. Kelly took Sammi and they went off together. I supervised the loading. 

When the two came back we were ready to go. It was three-thirty in the afternoon. I hadn't eaten since breakfast. The afternoon break truck arrived in the trucking yard and I got lunch for Sammi, Kelly and me. We ate as we drove. For this leg I led.

An hour later we were done for the day. We parked at the truck stop in Sturbridge Mass. We had an evening to rest and enjoy. We fueled up, topping off our tanks, and then parked. I had an idea that later I wondered if I had the idea or maybe Sammi gave it to me. I took both women between or rigs and I said, "How about you get some clothes for tomorrow and we go sleep in a motel for the night?"

The both kissed me for having such a good idea. Five minutes later we walked to the nearby motel and got a room with two big beds in it. In the room we turned up the heat, turned on the TV and looked at the weather channel. We watched the travel advisory and saw that along I-80 things would be pretty good for the next two days. We talked out loud and decided to go to Joliet the next day. If we got on the road early the traffic would be lighter and we could make better time. Kelly called the office and asked for a wake up call at three-thirty in the morning. Sammi set our alarm clock.

Sammi took Kelly by the hand and they headed into the bathroom. My cell phone rang. Sammi said, "Say Hi to Dad for both of us, Ok?"

I opened the phone and said, "Sammi and Kelly say Hi, Dad."

"How are you doing, son?" He asked.

"Pretty well, I think."

"It takes some getting used to. Big thing is to be careful in public. Don't ask them questions they couldn't know. They'll answer and it'll freak people out."

"I'll try to remember."

"I wanted to call and tell you, I've started work on your company. We both like Peterson Family Trucking. Personally I like TP&D Trucking more. I'd have laughed every time I thought of it."

I heard Sammi from the shower, "Not gonna happen!"

I said, "It just got another negative vote from Sammi."

"I know. You know, we're at a disadvantage. All these women can carry on conversations around us and... wait. Has she spoken to you inside your head yet?"

"You mean I'll hear her voice and she won't have said anything?"

At that moment I heard Kelly's voice and Sammi's say 'Yes!' I heard them inside my head!




Sometimes the Good Guy Wins Ch. 03



Dad said, "I think you just heard them. God love um, you'll never have a private thought again in your life."

"I'm beginning to believe I never have had a private thought."

Momma's voice said, 'I tried not to listen, especially when you were in the service.'

I asked, "How come Dad and I can't do it?"

Momma answered, 'Men's brains would go into overload, burn out and you'd die. We're built to multitask. The five of us can have a conversation and you fully participate, at the level you can.'

"All five of us are in this one, aren't we?" I asked.

"Yes." Dad said. The other Yeses were in my head.

"Dad, I'm going to end the call. There are two naked, clean women here with me and I know they know my intentions." He laughed and said, "I love all of you. Good-bye."

I hung up the phone and the bathroom door opened. Hands helped me out of my clothes and into the shower. They scrubbed and touched me all over and worked in perfect sync and harmony. Kelly produced a razor and shaved me smooth as Sammi stroked me. The water was shut off, towels used and we went to bed.

Kelly crawled into bed and lay against the far edge of the bed, faced away from Sammi and I. Sammi's voice said, 'Eat me, please. I want to cum on your tongue.'

I wondered what was up with Kelly but realized, if they wanted me to know they'd tell me. I focused on eating at the "Y". She opened herself to me and was already quite wet when I arrived. The noises I heard were both from her mouth and in my head.

I heard, 'No hurry.' My strokes of her labia were slow and soft. They all began at the bottom of her vulva and stroked up, stopping just before I touched her clit. Sometime I applied extra pressure on her right side, sometimes on the left. Once in a while I pushed my tongue into her vagina and sucked her nectar into my mouth. She tasted so good!

When I had the urge to change what I was doing, I pressed a little harder as I stroked upwards. Instead of stopping just short of her clit I stroked my wet tongue across her clit, stopped on it and reversed direction. Sammi's back arched and her hands grabbed the hair on my head.

I did it again. Her hips moved again and she rubbed her pussy against my face. Her voice said, 'Suck my clit, Nick! Suck it hard!' I did.

Her body shook and I heard her moan turn into a scream! I heard Kelly's voice as she screamed, "I'm there! I'm there!"

Juices squirted from Sammi and I was drenched from mouth to chest! Sammi's hands kept my face buried in her pussy and I kept sucking on her clit. I heard Kelly's voice in my head, 'Please stop. I love it, but too much. Please, I love you. Please.'

Sammi let go of my hair and dropped her hips back onto the bed. I looked over at Kelly.

She was soaked. She came when Sammi did. She had a sheen of sweat all over her body, just like Sammi did. Sammi opened her eyes. Kelly opened hers. They rolled to be face to face and they kissed.

When the kiss ended they pulled me down and kissed me. Sammi explained, "I told Kelly she could tune in and feel everything I felt. She wanted to see if she could do it."

"So, I just ate both of you?"

"Yes!"

"You felt my tongue in your pussy?" I asked Kelly.

"Yes! Oh my God, you are incredible!"

"Do you both have to be close together for this to happen?"

I heard Momma's voice, 'No! They reached Wyoming.' As her voice faded in my heard I heard laughter and a 'Thank you.'

"Oh my, I just ate my Momma for the first time!"

"No, you didn't. This wasn't the first time. Remember the first time we went to bed together? Momma was there. Momma knows everything." Sammi said, out loud.

We kissed and got up. We showered and went to the other bed to sleep. At a little after two Sammi and Kelly sat up in the dark and said, 'Nick, get up and get dressed! Something's wrong!'

The lights came on and we dressed quickly. Sammi spoke as we dressed. "Something bad is happening over at the trucks. If we don't hurry she'll be dead!" I didn't ask who or what. I knew if I needed to know, they'd tell me.

Kelly stayed behind long enough to get our stuff. Sammi and I ran back to our trucks. Two men were between our trucks on the ground with a woman on the ground beneath them. Sammi said, 'They raped her!'

I attacked fueled by Sammi and Kelly's anger and fear. The first guy got kicked hard between his legs, lifting him and slamming his head into the chrome wheel. The second guy tried to get up and fight but slipped and as he fell I kicked the side of his knee and we heard it snap!

Sammi helped the woman up. She held her while Kelly helped cover her. As soon as she was covered Kelly ran for the office. Two minutes later we heard sirens and the police arrived. They cuffed both men, called an ambulance and took our statements.

"We saw them go between our trucks and knew they were up to no good. When we got to them they had already ripped her clothes and one of them was inside her."

They wanted to know when we planned to leave and where we were going. We gave them our cell numbers and Kelly said we were headed south towards Orlando. The lead officer asked if we could wait until about six before we left. He wanted to have a better picture of the situation before we disappeared. We said we'd wait.

They left and we walked back to the motel. I asked, "Did you hear her?"

Kelly said, "Felt her. She knew they were there to rape her and kill her. Frank had his hand over her mouth so she couldn't scream. Joey shoved into her and tore her up pretty badly."

"Her internal scream woke both of you?"

The both nodded. Sammi said, "Go back to sleep Momma. Nick handled it. We're safe."

Kelly had run from the room without shutting the door. We sat fully clothed for a while until the room got warm enough for us to get back in bed. Kelly cancelled the wake up call. Sammi set the alarm for six-thirty. Less than a minute after my head was on the pillow I was gone.

At six-thirty we got up, dressed and headed back to our trucks. A police car was parked in front of the pink freightliner. We were still three hundred yards away when Kelly said, "She's in the back of the car, scared to death." Sammi nodded.

"The three of you go together." I said, "Kelly drives and Sammi becomes a nurse. When we get to Joliet we'll know what's next." I said. They nodded.

The driver got out of the car as we approached. "The two guys are being held for attempted murder. Their story is that they were hired by her husband. We're going to get her moved as far away as possible, as soon as possible."

I handed him my card. "This is how you can find us. She goes with us and she's safe. You're the only one who knows where she is and you don't know. If she or we need to be here to testify, we'll make it happen."

"I don't know..."

Kelly asked, "You got a better plan?"

"Nope."

Kelly went to the police car and opened the back door. She helped the woman out of the car and over to the pink Freightliner. Sammi helped get her up into the cab and climbed in with them. I heard her voice, 'Have the cop move his car. We'll head south, then west and catch you on I-80.'

The Freightliner started and I said, "If we need to talk more, move your car so they can go. If we don't need to talk more, you have my number for when we do."

He shook my hand and drove off into the night. I started up, got out and did a safety check. Eight hours later I saw a pink Freightliner parked beside two trucks in Joliet. I parked near them. By then I had the whole story.

Her name was Andrea, thirty-six years old, married to Ben Honeycutt who ran the tire store in town. Ben had found a new honey and didn't want a divorce. He wanted her gone. His new honey was twenty-three and as dumb as a geranium but she had big tits and a cute butt. Ben had beaten Andrea bad enough to hospitalize her three different times. She was at the truck stop to find a ride out of town.

I thought, "We're all in danger now." Kelly and Sammi acknowledged and agreed.

I met them inside at a table and was introduced. We had a good meal and got some more background from Andrea. Her Dad had started the tire business and Ben took it over when Dad died. It was now worth three or four million dollars and he didn't want to share any of it with Andrea. If she died, the business was his.

I thought about our route. The shortest route to Denver was I-80 all the way. However, if we went south to Springfield, Illinois then west to Kansas City we bettered our odds of not being followed.

Kelly and Sammi nodded. Andrea didn't. Maybe she doesn't hear, yet. Kelly got up and asked, "We need a couple things from the store. Are we sleeping in trucks tonight?"

"I think it's a good idea. I'll head back to mine after a pit stop." The three women went to the store and I headed for the restroom. While I was in a stall I heard two guys talking.

"You headed up I-80 East?"

"In the morning."

"A woman was raped and damn near killed at a truck stop east of here. Two truckers stopped it and beat the shit out of the two rapists."

"No Shit! Sorry I missed it. Kicking some ass sounds like fun."

"Word is the guy who wanted her raped and dead is looking for the truckers who stopped them."

"What kind of truck are they looking for?"

"A white Freightliner."

He laughed and said, "Might as well be looking for a white Chevy. There's millions of them."

I heard them flush and leave the restroom. I finished my business and headed to my truck. As I walked a guy approached and asked, "How're the roads east of here?"

"Ask me tomorrow night. That's where I'm headed. The weather reports says it ought to be overcast, but no snow tomorrow." He thanked me and walked on. He glanced back when I was at my white Freightliner. He asked to either take me off his list of possibles or put me on his list. Andrea's husband was spending some money looking for her. I believed Kelly and Sammi had been alerted.

Sammi, Andrea and Kelly came back and Sammi walked to the pink Freightliner with Andrea in tow. Andrea was wearing her hair in a ponytail and she had on a baseball cap. She had traded shirts with Kelly and had rubbed or washed off her lipstick. She didn't look like the woman we had saved. Kelly climbed into my truck and took a deep breath.

"I've had more excitement in my life since Sammi came into it than I've had in years."

"I could say the same thing, and I've known her all her life."

She handed me a bag. "We got you a present."

I looked inside. A bag of Doritos! Nacho chips!" I pulled her into my lap and kissed her soundly and thought, 'Thank you both! I love how you take care of me!'

'What time are we leaving for Springfield?' Sammi asked. "Three." I answered, out loud.

'I'm saving the Doritos for a road snack.' I thought. Kelly nodded and put the bag near the cup holders on the dash. We kissed and suddenly I thought, 'Andrea has no clothes other than what she has on!'

"We got her some things in the store. It wasn't Nordies, but they will do." Kelly said.

"Nothing red?"

"Nothing red. You plan to see her undies?"

"If I did you'd both know it. I think her body has had enough traumas for a while." 

I heard Sammi, 'She already thinks you're a knight.'

Kelly giggled and kissed me again. I heard her think, 'That's because he is a knight in Freightliner armor.'

I started to unbutton her shirt. She helped. When it opened I noticed she was wearing lace. The other bra I'd seen on her was industrial strength. I started to say something and heard Sammi giggle. 'He likes it!'

I liked biting her through the lace and taking it off of her, too. She said they discovered they could share, everything but boots. Sammi couldn't get Kelly's boots on. I could get boots off either of them. In fact, I could get everything off them both.

When Kelly was nude I asked, "Would you rather I start with your breasts or your pussy?"

"I think we can cum from having our breasts sucked, without you touching our pussies at all."

"OK, then." I turned her head and kissed her, just under her ear lobe. She thought, 'That's not my breast.'

I thought, 'I'm going to kiss you there again. Feel the electricity go right to your nipples from my kiss.' My lips gently touched her neck in the same spot as before. Kelly sucked in a breath and moaned. As I ended the kiss I pinched her nipple. She jerked and her eyes flew open. I kissed again. She moaned again and I pinched again.

My lips trailed down her neck an inch and I kissed her again. She turned her head farther, offering me freer access to her neck. Instead of a kiss I sucked, released, sucked and released.

When I reached her collarbone I used my hand and slowly turned her head, opening the other side of her neck to me. Accompanying each kiss her nipple got pinched, pulled or twisted.

As I sucked on her collarbone she asked, "Are you ever going to suck my tits?"

"If I suck your beautiful breast, will you cum?"

"Yes! I'm already close."

I moved down a few inches and kissed around her areola. She had prominent Montgomery glands and I used my tongue to just touch them. Just barely touch each tiny bump.

My mouth opened and created a seal around the edge of her areola without touching her nipple at all. I sucked, increasing the pressure slowly until I was at my limit. I held it as long as I was able. I suddenly released. Kelly's hand grabbed my head and pressed my face into her breast.

I did it over and over again. Each time I got more of her breast into my mouth. Each time she moaned and shook. On the forth time as I sucked I flicked her nipple with my tongue. She screamed and both her hands flew into her pussy. She shuddered and arched as her orgasm filled her senses. 

As she calmed I scooted farther down and rested my head at the bottom of her belly, my arms holding her legs.

I heard Sammi thinking, 'Nick, you're in trouble. Andrea is here on the bed with me, naked and crying. That was the first orgasm of her life! She's overcum. If you slid into Kelly and me right now she might die!'

'But what a way to go!' I thought.

'Ben Honeycutt would get the tires.' Kelly thought. We were done for the night.

Kelly and I spooned and slept well. At three we were up and getting dressed. I used our laptop instead of going inside. I checked emails and the weather. Via the internet I made an appointment at a wedding chapel and I sent an email to Dad titled, "Redundant." I told him we'd be in Denver in two days. 

Kelly went to her truck and did her safety checks. I did mine and before four in the morning, while it was still medium dark, we were on the road. I led with Sammi sitting shotgun. Andrea was in with Kelly.

"Honey, how come Andrea felt what we did last night?"

"I have no idea. It's happened a few times in the past, but not often. I connected with a woman at a swing party once and as I was being done by her husband I heard her telling me what he liked. I did what she said and when he came I saw her shaking and cumming just like me. We started to become friends but neither husband liked us getting too close."

"So the connection between you and Kelly..."

"Is exactly the same as between Momma and me. Kelly's my sister."

"Correction. Kelly's your co-wife, almost."

"To the rest of the world Kelly... how do we explain us?"

We each thought for five or six miles without sharing. At least, no one shared with me. Then Kelly thought, 'Did you know I was married before? It was a long time ago and he died. When Nick healed after the loss of Bonnie, I was pretty well healed from my loss too. When I met Sammi I knew it was Ok to go back to my married name, Peterson. My husband was Nick's brother.'

I stayed quiet as I mulled it over, looking for a problem with her plan. I didn't find one. I thought, 'What was my brother's first name?'

'Sven.'

I heard Momma's voice, 'Sven was my older brother's name. I like it.'

Kelly's thought came through clearly, 'My first husband wasn't Sven, but he wasn't a man I'd want related to this family. Sven has always been a name I liked. I even thought, once upon a time, of naming a son Sven.'

"How did Sven die?" I asked.

'His heart gave out in a hotel room on New Years Eve.' Kelly answered.

'Romantic.' Momma added.

It had been decided. Sammi and Kelly thought about our company, our lives and about Andrea for much of the trip to Springfield. They shared some of those thoughts with me. In Springfield we changed highways and headed for Kansas City.

In my head I said, 'Kelly, take the lead. It's time Sammi got behind the wheel.'

For the next three hours Sammi drove. I-72 west is a pretty easy road. It wasn't too busy and it was dry. The sun was behind us. She did well and the last hour she was fairly relaxed. At a rest stop we traded seats and took a pit stop. I ate Doritos and drove us to Kansas City.

We juiced both rigs in Kansas City and found a nice place to park that wasn't in a truck stop. The four of us ate in Kelly's sleeper. Kelly made spaghetti and Sammi made garlic bread. As we ate Andrea kept looking at me and blushing.

Finally I asked, "Andrea, why are you looking at me that way?"

"It's hard to say the words. Somehow I felt you making love to me last night and I know it wasn't real. We weren't even in the same truck!"

"Did you know that all three of you felt everything Kelly and I did last night?"

She looked at Sammi, then at Kelly and back to me. "No. I didn't know."

"You feel strange looking at me knowing how it feels when I suck on your breasts and knowing I've never actually touched you?"

"Yes!"

"It's pretty new for me, too. You know how it feels to have me have sex with you and I don't know how it feels."

"I've never been with any man but Ben... before."

"What's the story about what you're doing about the husband back home?"

"At eleven this morning I called a lawyer and hired her to file for divorce. At two o'clock I'm supposed to call the police detective and see about the two men you took care of."

"Ok. However you ladies do what you do, you can keep doing it, but I won't actually have sex with you, Andrea, as long as you are still married to someone. That presupposes you would like to join with me. Maybe you don't. You have had enough traumas lately. It wouldn't surprise me if you wanted nothing to do with sex for years."

Andrea got up and then sat on my lap. Instantly I noticed how much smaller and lighter than Kelly and Sammi she was. She kissed me and poked her tongue towards my tonsils. When the kiss ended she said, "You were loving me last night. I've never felt what I felt last night from any other man. I never felt as loved as I felt when you three saved my life! As I sat in the hospital and then in the police car I thought about you. All of you. When Kelly opened the door and helped me into her truck I knew I was safe, cared for and protected. Now, I know I'm all that and loved. Will I be officially in process of being un-married when my ex is served?"

"Yes."

"Then would you honor me by having sex with me the night after he's served?"

"If it's Ok with Kelly and Sammi, yes. I will need to use a condom, but yes."

We kissed. All of us kissed. At two Andrea called the police. Her husband picked the wrong guys to do his bidding. They both rolled on him. He was arrested when the police found evidence of him paying both men with checks from the tire business and handing them the checks while his own security cameras recorded the transaction. The knife Joey carried when he and Frank attacked Andrea had her husband's DNA on it and it was engraved, "From Andrea to Ben, Happy Birthday 1 March 2007."

He had been arrested and charged with four felonies. In his second interview he collapsed and confessed. The police had the interviews on video.

The police wanted to know when Andrea could be back home. She told them it would be three days, maybe four after they said she needed to get there. She recalled the lawyer and when they were done she said, "Ben will be served tomorrow morning, while he's at the courthouse. The assistant manager of the tire business will take over and reopen tomorrow as the manager. Ben has no access to any of the company money."




Sometimes the Good Guy Wins Ch. 04



[If you've read the first three chapters you already know this story is about a man with a magic family and the family grows. Some of the magic allows them to have sex and all feel it. Some of the magic allows the females to listen to the thoughts around them, to aim mind-speak to others and to combine energy to touch others. They have given up the ideas society has about what should be normal. If you have enough magic maybe you already know where the story is headed. If you don't know, don't feel too badly. At the beginning of this chapter I wasn't sure where they were going either.]



Both trucks sat side by side in the lot in Denver. Both had new signs painted on the doors that read, "Peterson Family Trucking Co., Orin, WY". The signs listed the phone numbers for Kelly's cell, my cell and the office number on Dad's desk at home. They looked good. We loaded all our stuff into the trucks, started them and Sammi asked, 'Is there a man trucker in the whole United States so macho he could drive a pink Freightliner?'

I thought, 'I wonder if the truck stop in Beaver sells pink sweatshirts?' 

Andrea rode with me in Kelly's pink truck. We laughed, joked and sang all day long. At ten in the morning we'd been on the road four hours. We pulled into a truck stop and when I jumped down the guy waiting to fill my tanks looked surprised. Then he read the new sign and said, "Wasn't this truck Kelly's?" 

I said, "Still is. It says family business." I pointed to Andrea and said, "Meet Andrea Peterson." I pointed at my white Freightliner parked at pumps not too far away and said, "Over there are Sammi Peterson and Kelly Peterson. Fill them up too, would you please?" 

He smiled and asked, "Them or the truck?"

"Fill the truck. The two of them would untangle your insides."

He went to work and the ladies and I conferenced. He didn't know about it, we stayed with our respective trucks. When I had paid the bill for fuel Andrea was sitting in the driver's seat and I climbed in shotgun. I heard Sammi, 'Andrea, you lead.' Then I heard Andrea, 'Yes, Boss.' I laughed out loud and we were on the road.

We got on I-70 headed west. I noticed Andrea checking her mirrors about every three miles. I asked, "Something odd behind you?"

"Kelly tells me there's a Dodge pick-up that has passed her twice. As it passed her this time Sammi noticed it has Nebraska plates." I heard Sammi and she said, 'They are thinking the bounty still exists for Andrea.'

I said, "Andrea, get up to about seventy. I'm going to step over your seat and start sliding into the driver's seat. When I'm ready you slide out of the seat and go back in the sleeper." She scooted forward and I straddled the seat. I used my left hand to get a grip on the wheel. I said, "Go!" She slid onto the floor and I slid into being the driver. My speed had dropped back down to sixty-five. Andrea was on the bed and the curtain was pulled.

I saw the Dodge pull out to pass me. I said, Honey, find something to write on and with. As he passes I'll call out his license number."

He pulled up along side me and honked. I looked at him and waved. Two men in the car. They sped up and pulled in front of me. I called out their license number. 

Sammi said, 'They're both sure she's in the truck with you. They're armed!'

He matched my speed and stayed about a quarter mile in front of me. I saw the passenger look back with binoculars. I thought, 'Must have seen us gas up in Grand Junction.'

Andrea started to apologize and Sammi cut her off. "Nick, start speeding up. A mile an hour every couple miles.'

'Ok, but why?'

'There's a state patrol about twenty miles ahead of us. If the Dodge goes by him at over eighty, they'll get pulled over. They have two loaded guns in the car and open beers.'

I said, 'I'll call the state police and tell them the Dodge passed me and waved a gun at me. That should spring the trap on them, too.'

I sped up a little. He sped up. I had Andrea dial the Utah state patrol and punch me onto speaker phone. I identified myself and told them my story. They had me verify where we were and which direction we were going. As we hung up I noticed I was doing seventy-three. I heard Sammi, 'Back off your speed. The state boys have a visual.'

Their car was up on a rise off to the north side of the interstate. I watched them merge onto I-70 with us and slide between me and the Dodge. My cell rang. Andrea punched me on and I said, "Nick Peterson."

"You can go around us. We have them. Thanks, trucker." We passed as the Dodge stopped on the shoulder and two minutes later when Sammi and Kelly passed they reported both men spread out on the ground. Ten minutes passed with us feeling like we had used up some adrenalin.

My phone rang again and Andrea punched me back on speaker. The voice on the phone said, "Mr. Peterson?"

"Yes."

"This is the Utah State Patrol. In a couple minutes you should see a helicopter just ahead of you and to the north of the highway. He's your escort. The men in that car had evidence that they were hunting your family. We don't know if they were acting alone, so we will escort you the rest of the way out of Utah. Can you drive that far without more fuel?"

"We can. We are two trucks together."

"Yes, Sir. We know. At Salinas a patrol car escort will join you. Drive safely, Sir and as fast as you deem safe."

"I time out when I get to Beaver and so does our other truck."

"At the Utah-Nevada border we will have papers for you clearing your extra time."

"Thank you."

"Thank you." The click ended the call. I asked, 'You got all that?'

Kelly and Sammi both said, 'Yes.' Andrea came back up front and sat on the floor between me and the shotgun seat. She put her hand on my leg and I could feel her shaking. The road was nearly empty. I pushed us up to about seventy-five and asked if they were Ok going that fast.

Kelly's voice said, 'I'm driving. Long as there's no traffic or a storm, we're fine at seventy-five.' I could see the helicopter off to my right. As we passed signs for Salinas a Mustang State Trooper car pulled onto the highway and led the way for us. Two minutes later Kelly said, 'There's another one about half a mile behind us.'

'Another one what?' Andrea asked, panic in her thoughts.

'State Patrol car. Sorry Honey. You're safe.' Sammi said.

When we made the transition from I-70 to I-15s there were four state troopers smoothing the way. Ten miles from the Utah border my phone rang and Andrea screamed. By the second ring she had me on speaker.

"Mr. Peterson, eight miles ahead there is a truck inspection station. Follow the patrol car in and stop. Do you have a way to communicate with the other truck?"

"She'll follow us in."

"Good. We haven't heard any radio traffic, so we wondered."

"We're family. We're fine."

"Ok. Start slowing."

"Done. Thank you."

By the time I stopped the truck there were six patrol cars around us, lights flashing and if it weren't so scary it would have been exciting. I opened my door and climbed down. My hand was shaken and I was given papers for whoever might want a look at our logs. I heard Kelly say, 'I got my papers too.'

I asked, "Can we go all the way to Vegas?"

He smiled and said, "As you cross out of Utah you'll be picked up by Nevada. Your escort will take you to Las Vegas and to a secure place for you to rest and get fuel."

We climbed back into the trucks and back onto I-15 south. As we crossed into Arizona we picked up three patrol cars. They were Nevada. Nevada and Arizona had an agreement about the corner where I-15 cut across.

My trip meter was showing seven hundred and forty miles when we headed into Las Vegas. I followed the lead car into a huge facility just north of Las Vegas. He positioned us at fuel pumps. Two people in jump suits started fueling us before I even opened my door.

When my feet hit the ground I was a little wobbly. My driving time was ten hours and twenty-eight minutes. I asked the guy, "How much am I paying for the fuel?"

"I have no idea. The pump only records how many gallons." My two one twenty tanks were down to half each. One hundred twenty-eight gallons. I walked back to Kelly and Sammi, walking around and stomping a little. They took one hundred thirty gallons. I thought, 'Two hundred fifty-eight gallons.'

A man with a clipboard came to us and said, "You can park over there, inside that hanger. Soon as you're in we'll close the doors. Sleep as long as you like. Would you like a wake-up call?"

We looked at each other and I asked, "Who do I pay for the fuel?"

"You don't. It's part of getting you out of Utah, Arizona and Nevada, into California in two pieces." He was quite proud of his almost a joke. Two trucks. Two pieces.

When we parked in the hanger it was almost six in the evening. We made dinner and ate in the white truck. Andrea and Sammi made angel hair pasta and meat sauce with garlic toast. When we were cleaning up I looked at the thermometer on my wing mirror. When they closed us into the hanger, they turned on the heat. It was sixty-eight degrees. We shut down both trucks and slept the night in quiet trucks. Even with extra cuddling I woke up at five-thirty in the morning, well rested and feeling great. 

Kelly and Sammi made breakfast while Andrea and I did safety checks. We ate together and traded riders for the ride into L.A.. I called Danni and her first question was, "Where the hell are you?"

"Why do you ask?" I asked.

"Don't tell me you didn't hear about it!"

"About what?"

"Yesterday someone tried to kill two truckers! They were on I-70 headed west. It made the news. Then a convoy of dangerous material needed a police escort all across Utah. I was so worried about you guys!"

I said, "Relax. We're fine. We're just about to leave Las Vegas we should be in L.A. early this afternoon."

"You didn't stop in Beaver?"

"No. We stopped in Vegas."

"Your log books are screwed! Jesus! What am I going to do?"

"It's all fine, Danni. What you need to do is book us a load, no, two loads for somewhere in Florida. Then we need two weeks off. Oh, and we changed the name of our company."

"You and Sammi?"

"There are two Freightliners headed for you. I'm driving one and Kelly's driving the other."

"Kelly? The pink Freightliner Kelly?"

"Yes. And on both trucks it says "Peterson Family Trucking Co." We're a two truck company now."

"When you come back from the dead you come all the way back! I'll bet you're bedding both of them!"

"When we get there, judge for yourself." I hung up. 

Sammi was standing next to me and she said, "Danni needs a new liner." We laughed. I heard a voice in my head, 'Why Florida? Megan?'

I said, out loud, "Two wives need driver's licenses and we need a honeymoon and some time with Megan."

'Oh great! We go to school and Nick screws around with the youngest member of the family.' Andrea said.

"Are we going to stand here talking or go to L.A.?"

I climbed into my truck. Kelly climbed into the pink and said, 'You moved my mirrors!'

'And someone wiggled my mirrors too and they're too cold!' I said. I turned the key and looked up. I saw two men in jump suits opening the hanger doors. A patrol car led us out the gate and onto I-15 south. He led us all the way to the border to California. 

Sammi said, 'As we drove out of town I saw that diesel was going for $4.05 a gallon. They gave us a-thousand-forty-five dollars worth of fuel!'

'Damn! We're making money today!' Kelly said.

'With that extra money, maybe we can afford to eat in a restaurant tonight?' I asked.

"A Manuel?" Sammi asked. 

Kelly said, 'There's no where around there we can park both rigs!'

'Yes, there is! Nick took me there when we were leaving L.A. last time.'

Andrea asked, 'Can we stay a day in L.A.? I've never been there. Never seen the ocean. Maybe we could stay in a hotel in a big room with two king sized beds?'

'Nick agrees.' Sammi said.

'I didn't hear anything.' Kelly said.

'I felt his cock twitch!' All three women laughed. I said, "One of you call Danni and ask her where we can leave the trucks for two days and where we can find the room you picture."

I waited and then said, "And ask her if she wants to take a day off... and join us."

I was accused of many perversions and told that a night in a hotel with the four of us might kill her. We laughed and somehow I was sure they all tapped into the vision I had of Danni in bed with all of us loving her.

I put the Freightliner at sixty-five and held it there. Out of Vegas is a long flat stretch of road that begins to climb as soon as you cross into California. By the time we were making the first real turn on that road we were thirty miles inside California. Andrea said, 'Danni made reservations for us at a nice place at the beach and she has a rental car for us too.'

"Where do we park the trucks?" I asked.

'She's renting us two spots near the fence at her place.'

I had a thought. Sammi jumped out of her shotgun seat and went into the sleeper. Five minutes later she came back with a wrapped package. One glance and I knew she had made my thought a reality. She held a wrapped box of panty liners! For Danni. We both laughed and Sammi explained to Andrea and Kelly.

Traffic was traffic. The closer we got to L.A. the more people seemed to be going there. The thermometer on my wing mirror read sixty-two degrees as we went through 

Ontario. We listened to local radio and stayed on I-10 into the heart of L.A.. As we passed the shopping center where we shared a Manuel Special Sammi said, "Nice place for a meal. Romantic."

I smiled and said, "It was for me."

She reached over and touched my arm. "Me, too."

Half an hour later I was backing the truck against the dock. We got out of the truck and watched Kelly back the pink in beside us. We took our paperwork, our log books and the present for Danni into the office. Danni was still behind the big roll-top desk, her glasses magically hanging on to the end of her nose and when she looked up she saw the four of us smiling at her.

She rolled the chair away from the desk, stood up and grabbed Sammi. They hugged and Danni whispered, "Thank you for bringing him back."

She met Andrea and gave her a hug. Kelly stepped up and they hugged. I saw and felt years of shared history in their hug. I knew Andrea and Sammi were listening to both of them. When that hug ended I stepped up and took Danni in my arms.

As I did I remembered the last time I had hugged her. It was the last day Annie and I had ended a run together. We knew she was dying and it was killing all three of us. I pulled my head back a little and said, "I have loved you for many years, even when I couldn't show you or tell you. Thanks for not giving up on me."

Tears were flowing and I kissed her. When the hug and the kiss eventually ended Sammi handed her the box. She looked at it and said, "A present? What the hell is this?"

She ripped the paper and started laughing. She sat back in her chair and laughed harder. Then she looked at all of us and said, "An hour ago I put on a Kotex pad! It's soaked!"

A young guy in a suit came into the office. He said, "I'm from Enterprise Car Rental. I have a rental for a Nick Peterson." Sammi and Andrea went out to load our things into the car. Danni, Kelly and I did paperwork. When Danni saw the paperwork for our log books she started crying. She said, "It was you guys! You were in danger!"

"We're Ok, Danni."

"Why did they want to harm you?"

"Andrea's ex put a hit out on her." Kelly said.

That prompted more hugs and another kiss between us. More interruptions came into the office in the form of phone calls and truckers. In a short lull I said, "You know where we're staying. When you get off work, change pads and join us. Please. We have lots to share with you."

I kissed her cheek and Kelly and I left her. As we walked to the minivan Kelly said, 'She can't hear us yet.'

'Yet?'

'I think she's going to be family before dawn tomorrow.' Kelly said.

'Bet on it!' Sammi agreed.

Andrea got her first look at the Pacific Ocean. Our hotel was on the beach in Santa Monica. Our room was just what Andrea had envisioned, a huge room with two king sized beds, a balcony with a view of the ocean and a huge walk in shower. Anyone who has lived in a sleeper or an RV for any period of time loves to get somewhere where there is a huge shower with lots of hot water and water pressure.

Andrea asked if we could take a walk on the beach. It was Andrea and me. We walked to the pier and back, walking in the sand and down to the water's edge. When we got back Sammi had ordered extra towels, extra pillows and Kelly was gone. She came back with snacks, beverages and a jar of body butter. I'd never heard of body butter and neither had Andrea. Kelly told us to take a good shower and she would introduce us to true luxury. The shower was more than wonderful. We dried off and Kelly put Andrea on the bed and handed me the jar. It smelled like coconut. I scooped some onto my fingers and started rubbing in onto Andrea's skin. 

As it worked into her skin her skin changed. First, the smell of coconut was not overpowering, it was just there. Then her skin felt even smoother, more pliant and satiny than before. I gathered more on my fingers and started massaging it onto all her skin.

Sammi took the jar from me and began rubbing Kelly with the butter. I noticed the energy in the room was rapidly becoming sexually charged. My lightning rod was picking up the signals. Sammi was close enough that we could share the jar. I rolled Andrea onto her back and started rubbing the butter onto her torso. Sammi was working the butter into Kelly's breasts and both Kelly and Andrea were making appreciative noises.

When I finished with Andrea's conical breasts she had already cum. As I massaged the butter into her breasts I kept thinking how wonderful they were, unique and sexy. It was what she had always wanted someone to think about her "A" cup breasts. I moved all the way to her feet when I was done with her breasts. I worked butter from her feet upwards towards the junction where her legs met. 

Sammi was slightly ahead of me. I looked over and saw her massaging butter into the skin around Kelly's lips. She was careful not to put butter on Kelly's long lips, but to use pressure all around her slit. Kelly's legs seemed to automatically, unconsciously open, begging for more and deeper penetration.

I thought, 'Open your pussy for me." 

Andrea's legs moved apart and she moaned. I climbed on the bed between her legs and pointed my cock at her opening. I thought, 'When you feel us together, cum.'

A few seconds passed and I leaned in. My cock slid in and all three women moaned. I hit bottom and they shook and shuddered together. I thought, 'I love you. My life is yours.'

A few seconds later I heard, 'Daddy! I love you!' It was Megan's voice. The four of us on the bed in Santa Monica collapsed and rested, touching and enjoying being united.

Later I found my cell phone and dialed Megan. She answered laughing, "Why call?" she asked, "Just tell me to cum! I was in class and felt hands massaging something wonderful onto my skin. I thought I could just stay in class and feel it, but when Mom started massaging Kelly's pussy, my pussy, I had to run back to my room! I didn't get undressed fast enough! I have laundry to do now."

"I guess I should call you first to see if you're available." I said.

"Call often. I love your visits." We all laughed. We brought her up to date and she let us know that she had talked with Momma and that Momma said we shouldn't tell Dad anything about the hit men. She was worried about his heart. 

After that call I called Dad.

"Dad, we're in a hotel at the beach in California."




Sometimes the Good Guy Wins Ch. 04



"And I swept some snow off the porch this morning. You kids are lucky." He said.

"Dad, how is Kay working out?"

"It's almost like having LeeAnn home again. She's one of the family. She and Momma take great care of the farm and of me. Kay made a wonderful stew last night, with some kind of biscuit stuff on top. They're both spoiling me."

"Just let them spoil you. You deserve it. We all love you."

"Stay warm. I love all of you too!" He hung up.

We napped for a while and then we got dressed for dinner. I called Danni and asked what time she'd join us and if she knew where to get great seafood. She asked if we could wait an hour. I looked and all three wives were nodding. I said, "We'll find something to do for an hour. No problem." She laughed and said, "I need a new pad... again!" She hung up.

"What I have in mind is Ok with all of you?" I asked.

Kelly and Sammi got strange looks on their faces and Kelly said, "If you believe it was your idea, we agree with your idea. But, as something to consider... what if it was our idea?"

"Then, Thank you!"

Sammi said, "By the way, both Momma and Kay had orgasms when Megan did. Kay said to tell you thanks."

I wondered why she didn't tell me herself, but since it's all magic to me, I didn't ask.

It was seven after seven when Danni knocked on the door. Sammi opened and we all joined her in the hallway. Hunger and Danni drove us to a rustic seafood place and we ate great fish. We sat and talked and touched like a loving family. Danni asked about the wedding and found out it was all of us. I heard her thoughts and I knew all my wives did. She thought, 'I wanted to be one of his wives, too.'

Sammi said, "In the next few months there's something we'd like you to consider. We don't want it to be a conflict of interest or anything. Right now the three of us are married to Nick. Megan is in school getting a degree in trucking company management. When she graduates she comes into the company and becomes Nick's wife. It's a family business."

I took over, "Danni, if it can be done without you feeling a conflict of interest or any misgivings, I'd like you to join the family as my wife."

When Sammi started talking Danni had a fork full of halibut halfway to her mouth. It was still there, halfway to her mouth. She said, "I'm older than all of you."

"Yes, and you have a home here in L.A. and a job. Considerations. We don't need an answer today or tomorrow. You'll still be loved and included if the answer never is yes. We'll still take you back to the hotel and introduce you to Peterson intimacy." 

She took the bite, dropped the fork on the plate and said, "Are you all ready to go?"

We all stood and followed her out to the parking lot. We got in the rental minivan and fifteen minutes later we were walking arm-in-arm, hand-in-hand through the hotel to our suite. Sammi unlocked the door and held it open for all of us. When Kelly stepped inside she kicked her shoes to the far corner of the room. She unfastened her belt and her slacks slid down her legs to the floor. She stepped out of them and hung them on a hanger.

Danni stood by the door with her mouth open. Kelly was facing the sliding doors out on our balcony. Andrea stood near Kelly and took a hanger out of the closet. She stepped out of her shoes and then turned and handed the hanger to Danni.

Danni took the hanger, looked at it but didn't begin doing anything. I stepped between Danni and Kelly and said, "This is our family. When you live in the sleeper of a semi there can be no privacy. The entire sleeper is eight foot square. When Sammi pees and I'm in bed I'm literally three feet from her. We needed to rid ourselves of concern for things we can't have. I don't think any of us has been in a bathtub in years. None of us has owned more clothes than we could wear in seven days. You are the closest thing we have to normal and we cannot be you. We can offer you membership in our family. We do offer you membership in our family."

Sammi said, "We love you... and we know you love Nick." Sammi pulled her sweater up and off, leaving her chest bare except for a lacy bra from Victoria's Secret.

Kelly faced Danni and said, "We love him too. He loves Sammi. He loves me. He loves Andrea, Kay, Megan and he loves you. There is no jealousy in this family. There is magic in this family. Nick doesn't understand it. Sammi doesn't understand it. All of us share in it somehow. We want to give it to you."

I said, "You don't need to undress. You don't need to do anything except accept us loving you, then the magic will happen." I stepped closer and my wives stepped closer to Danni. Sammi, Andrea and Kelly were nude. Danni was fully clothed. 

Inside my head I said, 'Don't let her clothes disappear. They can come off if she's willing, but they need to stay here.' I saw Sammi and Kelly nod remembering a time when all my clothes and a good pair of boots disappeared.

I took Danni in my arms and kissed her. Hands touched her. Eight hands. Her hands pressed on my back, drawing me against her body. I felt her shuddering in orgasm. I ended the kiss and said, in my head, 'Danni, you are loved totally and completely.'

Her eyes popped open and all of us said, in unison and silently, 'Danni, you are loved totally and completely.'

She had watched none of our lips move and she heard all of us. Her body was shaking and I knew she was having wave after wave of orgasmic bliss. Without letting go of her I turned my face to Sammi and we kissed. I felt and tasted Sammi, then Kelly, then Andrea before I kissed Danni. My lips never broke contact with Sammi.

Danni's knees went weak. We guided her to the bed and her clothes came off, landing on a chair. Eight hands caressed her, four sets of lips kissed her and all of joined her on the bed. I asked her, "What do you want?"

"I want... I want you inside me! I want to feel like a woman again! Loved as a wife, a lover, a woman!" Her legs parted and made room for me. I moved to her and we joined. I heard her in my head, "All the way in, Nick!" I repeated in my head, 'You are loved. You are loved. You are loved.'

With each and every stroke I said it. I felt myself in Danni, Sammi, Andrea and Kelly. I heard Danni's request, 'Squeeze my tits! Bruise me so I can still feel you tomorrow!' I felt Sammi, Kelly and Andrea loving her, caressing her and whispering to her inside her head.

'You all are going to cum with me. Someone shield Megan from my cum, please.' I increased the pace and power of my strokes. Slamming into all four or five women and feeling the energy growing I felt all of them tense and I felt the stream of cum leave me and fill them. I tensed and made a very primal sound.

We all collapsed on the bed and rested for a few minutes without moving.

I heard Danni's voice ask, 'Am I dead?'

Sammi and Kelly started to laugh. A second later I heard Andrea say, 'No, you are more alive than you've ever been!'

Danni's body hadn't moved at all. She said, 'You're sure I'm not dead?'

'Want proof?' I asked.

Sammi said, 'Roll her over Nick will eat us all!' Danni was turned and I slipped between her legs and my tongue touched her inside. At the first touch they all came! They were so linked, so connected, so ready that one touch and the bed was soaked, I was nearly drowned and each of them quivered and had aftershocks for a couple of minutes.

When they calmed I asked, out loud, "Anyone dead?"

Danni sat up, grabbed my face in her hands and said, "Please, suck my nipples!"

Kelly said, "No! Please! Give us a chance to recover! I'm not sure I can walk."

A minute or so later I said, "It smells like the inside of a Freightliner in here."

We all laughed and began the clean up. We stripped the bed and Andrea called housekeeping for new sheets. She put on a robe and the rest of us went into the bathroom and started the shower. Under the spray, as hands soaped her, I asked Danni, "You doing Ok?"

She held my face in her hands and kissed me. It was the complete answer to my question and included everyone. When it ended I said, "Good. Wouldn't want you disappointed."

We finished getting clean, dried and went back into the bedroom. The bed was made and Andrea was sitting on the other one with her head in her hands. I asked, "What's wrong?"

"Two women came in to remake the bed. They were almost done and you and Danni kissed. I knew I would feel it and soak myself. Both of them dropped to their knees and orgasmed, too. They blushed and ran from the room."

My cell rang. I picked it up and heard Megan, "Damn it! I was in the library! I flooded a chair and screamed! Give me some warning! Please."

"Did I cum inside you?"

"No... But I want you to."

"Soon Sweetheart. Soon."

"Please Daddy, a little warning. Please."

"Ok. We love you."

"Thanks!" She said it with a little sarcasm.

I hung up and Danni asked, "Who is Megan?" Before we could answer she asked, "Who is LeeAnn?" Danni spent the night. We talked a lot about family, normal and trucking. We slept some, too.

In the morning I was about to order room service when Danni said, "Don't. Not too far from your hotel is a great place for breakfast. I'll drive and I'll treat."

We started dressing and Sammi said, "What if I don't like their food?"

Danni looked her in the eye and said, "If you don't like it I'll eat your pussy."

"You're on!" We dressed and Danni drove us to the restaurant. We took over two tables, shoved them together and ordered. They had eight different kinds of pancakes, waffles and ten different omelets. I ordered pumpkin pancakes. They came with four different syrups and warm butter. I got four bites and Danni said, "Shift your plate to the left, please." We did and I got four bites of an incredible omelet before we shifted again. Cinnamon apple pancakes were next, followed by chocolate chip waffle and ended with strawberry waffle with bits of mint in the waffle. I knew we would be back in L.A. and we would be back here again too.

Back in the van Danni asked, "Whatcha doing for lunch?" It was lunch time already, for normal people.

Kelly asked, "What do you have in mind?"

"Nick and I love this little hole-in-the-wall Mexican place."

Kelly said, "We can split a Manuel Special!"

Danni started to tell Andrea and Sammi about the food and in my head I whispered, 'I loved being inside you.'

The conversation stopped and Sammi said, "Now we all have to go the ladies room! I brought liners for all of us!"

Danni said, "Now I understand why you gave me a box full!" As they left the van for a restroom I thought, 'I meant it!' Danni stopped and came back and kissed me. I heard her think, 'Next time I kiss you, you're going to cum!' I heard three women laughing.

We did get back to the hotel. Andrea, Sammi and I went for a walk on the beach, hand-in-hand-in-hand. They carried on conversation with Kelly and Danni who stayed back in the room. By the time we got back to the hotel I was sure Danni knew every detail she needed to know about our family. I had a passing question in my mind about Kathy Prentis and a laughing voice in my head said, "We told you you've never had a secret in your life." The voice in my head was Sammi's. She explained to everyone about my soft place to land in Roanoke Virginia. 

It was crowded at El Tepeyac when we arrived for dinner. It was warm enough that we ate outside instead of waiting to get into the always crowded interior. Manuel wasn't there. Sammi spoke to a young man about twenty who was bussing tables. He was Manuel's grandson. She asked if he could pass along a message to Manuel from her. He said, "Sure."

Sammi held his face in her hands and gently kissed him all the way to his soul. Even I could tell he was fully erect when the kiss ended. She backed up a little and said, "Tell him Nick married me, but I still miss him."

He stammered for a few seconds and said, "I can't kiss him like that! I've never been kissed like that in my life!"

I asked, 'Who else is going to kiss him?'

Kelly got out of her seat and took Sammi's place in front of the young man. She gently held his face and pressed her lips to his. Suddenly we heard a female voice say, "Juan!"

He jerked to his full height and turned to see a woman about fifty looking at him. She was dressed as an employee of El Tepeyac. Kelly said, "Please forgive me, Senora. Your boy-friend is so cute I just had to kiss him."

She said, "He's not my boy-friend! He's my son! And... and he has work to do!" She waved her hands at Juan and he picked up a tray of dirty dishes and went into the back door of the restaurant. Momma huffed and went back inside.

"Was that mean?" Kelly asked.

Danni said, "No. He has a story that will last years. Every kiss from now on will be compared to those two kisses."

"It will be years before he gets married. Girls can't kiss like that." Andrea said.

Danni said, "Hell, until yesterday I couldn't kiss like that either. Family magic is powerful. When Sammi kissed him I felt it, I was a part of it."

I nodded.

Danni's cell phone rang as we finished up dinner. Even before she got it out of her pocket she said, "Vacation's over. You're going back to work."

She opened the phone and I got the gist while I was sure everyone else listened to both sides of the conversation. We had a two-truck load headed for somewhere in Florida. We needed to leave the next afternoon. When she hung up we were almost to the minivan.

As she drove us back to the hotel she filled me in. She apologized for not sending me the conversation live. We were taking our double load to Disney in Orlando. We'd pick it up at Disneyland and head out by one or two tomorrow afternoon. They needed it in Orlando on Friday. My internal calculation told me it was a full four and a half driving period run. It was almost eight o'clock Sunday night as we got to the hotel.

Danni asked how she could help us get ready. Sammi and Kelly sat with her and made a shopping list. She went to the market and got what we needed and wanted. We got packed and ready. I watched the weather channel and got the forecast along I-10. Clear and sunny with a ten to fifteen mile tail wind for our first leg.

When Danni got back we were packed and clothes were set out for the morning. She opened the door and saw all of us, naked and finishing up the packing. She asked, "Do I need to go home?" I answered out loud. Three women answered in unison with me, "Wherever we are, you're home with us."

She stripped down to skin and we all headed for the shower. Since Donna and Linda woke me from my coma I have been cleaner than ever before in my life. I stayed in the shower until I had washed all four of them. I got kisses and lots of touches while we all got clean. When I came out of the bathroom all four women were in beds. Danni and Kelli were in one bed. Sammi and Andrea were in the other, leaving a spot in the middle of either bed for me. I joined Danni and Kelly in their bed.

Danni asked, "How do you choose?"

Kelly said, "The reason there's no jealousy is because whatever he does to one of us he does to all of us. I think he picked us because he won't physically sleep with either of us for a while."

I said, "We won't be back in L.A. for about a month. We will stay in touch though." To reinforce the touch I rolled Danni over on top of me and we kissed. There was nothing held back in our kiss. I didn't focus it on any one of them, but on all of them. 

Suddenly I remembered Megan and broke the kiss. I heard all of them tell me she was prepared. They warned her. She told me she was in bed with a towel under her.

I kissed Danni again and felt each of them in the kiss. I felt the urge to suck on a breast and gave in to the urge. Andrea moaned. I sucked harder and Kelly arched her back and hands held my head, pressing me into a soft breast.

Danni shifted and impaled herself on me. She ground her pubic zone against mine and I had a fear for a second of a forest fire. My next stroke inside her made all the wet sounds that let us know there wouldn't be a fire. Since she was above me I was sure she was drenching my forest.

'Harder Lover!' Danni demanded. I lifted my hips as she sat down on me and she moaned. The next time she lifted I put a finger between us and when she came down her clit smashed against it. She shuddered.

I rolled her off me and pulled out just long enough to turn her so I was standing next to the bed holding her legs high and pushing into her as slowly as I could manage. I could feel the unique qualities of each of their pussies as I went slowly. 

We pushed together and pressed hard against each other many, many times. Kelly held Danni in her arms and pinched her nipples. It was not quiet in our room. I felt the wonderful feeling of my impending orgasm building deep inside me.

They felt it, too. Sammi said, 'Give it to us, Husband!' I stroked in deep and slow. As I started back out I said, "Three more strokes and we all cum!" When I was barely touching Danni's lips I said, "One!" and pushed inside. Her body shook and shuddered. Her hands grabbed my arms, just above the elbows and she used that connection to press us together tighter and deeper.

I felt her pussy trying to hold me inside as I pulled back. Her walls stretched and followed my cock out as far as they could. The head of my cock broke contact for a second and I said, "Two!"

Once more I pushed deep inside the women I loved. As I pulled back again I thought, 'I want to stay in all of you forever.'

I pushed forward and said, "Now! I love you!" My load pulsed from me and into each of them! I have no idea how it works. I know it does. I feel myself in each of them and I see my cum as it comes out of them. 

When I started to wilt I backed out of Danni and headed for her pussy to taste our combined juices. Danni said, 'If you lick me I know I'll die.'

Kelly opened her legs and said, 'Everything I have is yours.' I ate her then moved to Sammi and Andrea on the other bed. When I got up to shower again I saw Danni was asleep. Sammi said, 'We helped her sleep so she wouldn't die in overload.'

Sammi joined me in the shower and told me that Danni shared with her that our loving her was the first loving physical contact she'd had since the weekend Annie had died.

We kissed and went back to bed. I spooned behind Danni and we all slept. As I faded I heard Megan say, 'Thank you, Daddy.'

I thought, 'Marry me?'

I heard more than one voice say, 'Yes!' Then, I was asleep.



Sometimes the Good Guy Wins Ch. 05



 [This story would best fit in a category called Poly family stories. Since Lit doesn't have such a category I'm posting a warning here. This story is fiction about a magical polyamorus family. Yes, they share sexual experiences together and with others. No, to my knowledge, if a Peterson Family Trucking Company exists, it is not this family. As always, constructive comments are encouraged.]


The two phones in our suite rang at seven. Five people woke up and two said, "Damn!"

Danni answered the phone, "Consolidated", before she was awake enough to know she wasn't at work and she was talking to a computer. She hung up the phone and said, "If one of us doesn't get up we'll all go back to sleep."

Sammi got out of bed and said, "I need to pee." She left the bathroom door open and we all heard her stream. The instant it stopped Andrea and Kelly started out of bed. I got up too and said, "If you join me in the shower you don't even have to sit down."

They joined me and we peed as we showered. Before we were done Danni joined us. As she let her stream go I kissed her. Her stream stopped and then released again. Kelly laughed.

"My life has certainly changed since Nick came back." Danni said.

We dressed, had breakfast in the hotel dining room and headed for our trucks. Sammi rode with Danni. She was going to work. So were we. Andrea drove, Kelly navigated. I looked at all the stuff Danni bought for our supplies and started to laugh. Kelly asked, "What's funny?"

"Eight boxes of panty liners!"

We laughed and Andrea said, "Not only the most loving I've ever had, but we laugh more often than I've ever laughed before."

We were loaded, fueled and ready to go by eleven. Good conditions and light traffic would get us into New Mexico by about ten that night. Before each of us kissed Danni good-bye I put two panty liners in my shorts.

I was hard as I took her in my arms and we kissed. I thought, 'I'm cumming for you!' Sammi, Andrea and Kelly added their energy to the kiss and both Danni and I came. She laughed and said, "I was ready! I put on two liners!"

I laughed and Sammi said, "So did Nick!"

Sammi rode with me. Kelly led us out of L.A.. We had a little traffic for the first hour then it seemed to be a long line of semis headed for Orlando. We spread out, allowing about six lengths between trucks and holding at sixty-eight miles and hour.

Sammi turned on the CB radio and listened to the chatter. There was quite a lot of it. After a while she shut if off and said, "No wonder the Safety Patrol wondered about us. We don't use the radio."

Kelly said, 'This is quicker and easier.' I agreed and said, "CB isn't good for long distance. We can ask Megan what the weather is like in Florida or Momma what it's like in Wyoming.'

Sammi smiled and added, 'Or I could ask Kathy in Roanoke, Donna in Grand Island or Danni in L.A.'

"I'm going to hear about her often, aren't I?"

"No. When I think about you being that close to me for so many years... it hurts my heart. I'm just grateful she didn't know what she had."

"She told me she wanted no more than to be a soft place for me to land. No birthday cards, Christmas presents or anything except a warm body to share a night now and then."

"Think you should tell her you got married and have a permanent soft place to land. That way she won't wonder what happened."

"Get the phone and hit nine on the speed dial for me, Ok?"

"Speaker or privacy?"

"What's privacy?" 

She put it on speaker. A feminine receptionest voice at WSET-TV answered and I asked for Kathy Prentis. A minute later she picked up and said, "Nick?"

"Yes. How are you?"

"Just a minute. I need to get the door closed." We heard an office door close. She came back on the line and asked, "What did you do last night?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I was sound asleep last night, alone as usual and I woke up feeling you inside me! Honey, I came harder and longer than I have in months! I swear it wasn't a dream! You were here!"

"Last night I was in Los Angeles. We're calling you today to let you know that the world has changed. I got married and she's here in the truck with me."

"That means I'm not your soft place to land any more?" I heard volumes in her question.

"Do you want to be our soft place to land?" I asked.

"The thought of never again feeling what I felt last night, freaks me out! If I have to share to have you, I still want you!"

Sammi said, "Hi. I'm Sammi and there's a lot more to the story than you have. Nick is married, has a new trucking company with four female partners and a daughter. I need to ask you a question and I need a totally honest answer."

"Ask!"

"Do you love Nick?"

"Yes!" There was no hesitation. She added, "I have the job I've wanted since I was eleven years old. He loves the road and he still loves Annie. I can't be married to him, but yes, I love him."

"We'll be in Orlando by Friday night. Can you take a few days off and meet us there?"

"You want me to?" I heard many questions along with the one she actually asked.

"What happened last night wasn't an accident. You belong as a part of us. Please meet us in Orlando." Sammi said.

I opened my mouth and said, "Kathy, I need to tell you something I've never told you before." I heard her gasp a breath. I said, "Kathy, I love you. Please come to Orlando."

She sobbed and said, "I'll be there." The connection ended.

Sammi smiled and said, "She's headed to the ladies room for a new liner."

"What's your plan, wife?"

"If you felt last night and found out this morning that feeling was never coming back, how would you feel?"

"Devastated!"

"Better that we have a soft place to land in Virginia where she can get the love she needs, keep the career she loves and discovers what being loved by Peterson Family Trucking can be like. We already know she fits."

"You all amaze me. You're all in on this aren't you?"

She nodded and I heard Kelly say, 'Even Donna and Linda agree. She's more than a soft place to land.'

Andrea said, 'You picked me up off the ground and never stopped loving me. As big as the circle gets, I'm in. Danni is my sister and my lover. It's all family.'

Before we got to Phoenix the cell rang again. Sammi answered, "Peterson Family Trucking, this is Sammi."

This is Mr. Franklyn Cox with the Massachusetts Attorney General's Office. I need to speak with Andrea Honeycutt. This is the only contact number the police have for her."

"Sir, Andrea is in our other truck at the moment. If you give me a number I'll have her call you in just one minute." He gave the number and we ended the call. I knew Sammi had tuned Andrea in and the call was in process. I stayed quiet so Sammi could listen in.

She turned to me a few minutes later and said, "We need to stop at the Phoenix airport. Andrea needs to go home, long enough to do some legal work on her husband's case. She can finalize her divorce, too."

She reprogrammed our GPS and ninety minutes later we got off the Interstate. She promised to be in touch and catch up with us along the way. Her flight left for Boston before we were all the way out of Phoenix.

Sammi rode with Kelly for the rest of Monday. We ended the trip in Lordsburg, New Mexico. We all slept in Kelly's truck and slept well. Our dinner was made by me. I made a tuna and egg noodle casserole with crushed potato chips on top. Sammi bought a prepared salad from a walking distance market while I made the casserole. 

Tuesday morning we were on the road at 8:05am. Four hours later we fueled up in Van Horn, Texas. We had driven nine hundred fifty miles and were getting down to less than half a full load of fuel. I was surprised when I did the fuel to miles calculation and discovered my truck had been getting six point eight miles per gallon.  That was better than the five point seven I got on the run between Boston and L.A. This load was lighter. I took 139.7 gallons and Kelly took 141.2. We put the fuel on a single credit card: two hundred eighty gallons at $3.66 per cost $1029.04. We were Ok. We bought sandwiches from Subway and got back on the road.

Texas is mostly a straight road is what many people will tell you. It isn't so. I-10 is straighter than I-70 through Colorado but I-10 across Texas has been known to hypnotize drivers and kill them. When I've been alone I play music loud, talk to other truckers by radio and do my best to stay awake. Traveling with two women is easier. They talked to me the entire eleven hours across to San Antonio. 

Just after we parked the cell rang and Kelly said, "Answer it Nick. It's your wife."

I answered, "Hi wife. Who is this?"

Andrea said, "I love all of you. You made today bearable. I was in court almost all day." She told her tale and I listened. She would be done by noon on Wednesday and had booked a flight to New Orleans. She figured if we left San Antonio by seven in the morning we could pick her up ten hours later without hardly breaking stride."

"How did we make today bearable?" I asked.

"I listened in as you talked, sang and discussed the family."

"Everything is done in Mass?"

"Yes! The divorce is done. Ben won't be eligible for parole for fifteen years. All my property is sold and Mike did the best thing! He got six of his family together and they formed a company and got a loan big enough to buy me out. An hour ago I deposited four point three million into the Peterson Family Trucking account. After paying my lawyer I deposited another check for the sale of my house, Frank's two cars and the titty bar I didn't even know we owned. That came to another nine hundred thousand and change."

"Wow! Are you flying first class to New Orleans?"

"No, but I bought a gift for all of us and I request none of you go looking in my head for what it is. Ok?" 

Since I don't know how to do that, I said, "Sure." I heard Sammi, Kelly and Momma agree.

We did good safety checks and just to be extra safe Kelly did my truck and I did hers after we had done our own. She had a tire inside the right axel at the back of the trailer that was badly worn. We conferred and decided it probably would easily go all the way to Orlando... but to be safe we had it changed. When they took it off they saw a bad split inside the carcass. It probably would have blown between San Antonio and Houston.

I called Megan. I filled her in on our schedule. She let me know she was off from school for a three-day-weekend starting the Friday a week from that moment. I asked if she wanted to meet us out by 93 as we passed on our way to deliver our loads. She said, "No, Daddy. It's a two-hour drive down to where you'll be. I've got three big tests between now and my three-day weekend. I better stay here."

"Ok. I promise, daughter, to stay in touch. We love you."

I called Danni and she knew everything. Where we were, when we estimated to arrive at Disney, when and where Andrea and Sammi started driving school and when Andrea would arrive in New Orleans. She told me that she missed each of us more that she had ever missed anyone, and she was happy.

We ate salads walking distance from where we parked and were back in the pink by nine-thirty. We set the alarm for six even though we didn't believe we'd sleep that long. We cracked the windows a little and opened three vents. The thermometer on the wing mirror showed seventy-four degrees. A breeze outside made it inside, just strong enough to keep the air fresh.

Kelly let Sammi into bed first, followed by me. She bent to me and swallowed my penis. I began to grow and Sammi began kissing me. 'Relax, Nick.' Kelly said, 'This is just about you.'

Four hands, two beautiful, healthy, naked women and two talented mouths took me to Heaven with no hurry to get there. Three or four times I attempted to become assertive. They overpowered me and I surrendered. When I came they shared the cum and then they ate each other as I enjoyed being next to them. After the first double lady orgasm I went to sleep. How many more? I couldn't guess.

We were up, dressed and ready to go before dawn. We ate breakfast at the Cracker Barrel. They have a large dirt lot nearby where we parked the trucks. By seven we were back on I-10 doing sixty-five. An hour later I thought, 'I'm loving the thought of the four of us driving and loving for the rest of our lives. Thank you for making my life so wonderful.'

At two minutes after nine, Virginia time my cell rang. I heard Sammi and Kelly laughing. I answered, "Peterson Family Trucking. Nick here."

Kathy said, "You did it again last night!"

"Guilty! We didn't cause a wreak did we?"

"No, but I don't know who got voted off Dancing with the Stars." 

"I'm sorry. Is that a TV show?"

"Yes, not that the traveling sex show would know anything about television."

"So, are you flying down to Orlando?" I asked.

"Yes! I arrive at seven-twenty next Friday morning. What should I pack?"

I thought, 'Kathy wants to know what she should pack.'

Kelly laughed and answered, 'Panty liners!'

I said, "Panty liners. Nothing fancy. I own a suit and haven't had it on in years. Mostly Sammi and Kelly wear denim skirts, jeans and tops that match the weather. Orlando will be summer. As I recall you're about the same size. Pack a box of panty liners and bring your purse. Anything else you want or need we probably have."

"Let me talk to Sammi, please. I should know better than to ask a straight man about women's clothes."

"She's in our other truck. She'll call you in just a minute, Ok?"

"Yes."

"By the way, Kathy, I love you."

"I know!" She sounded almost exasperated as our connection ended.

Sammi said, 'I'm calling her.'

I followed Kelly through some roadwork and two tractors using I-10. They must have been going ten miles an hour along the edge of the road. When Sammi and Kathy were done Sammi said, 'That girl loves you, you know?'

'I'm having a little trouble with that. She's been saying a soft place to land for years! How can you say that if the truth is you're in love?'

Kelly said, 'You might not know this, but last night while we loved you Donna and Linda were wide awake and in bed, too. They told each other they love each other and as they did they told you that they both love you. They felt everything we did and felt last night. The world you're asking from is the old normal world. We don't live there anymore. None of us. Not even Kathy.'

'Oh.'

As I started seeing signs for New Orleans I laughed. Sammi asked, 'Why are you laughing?'

I waited three more miles and said, 'Read that big green sign.'

'It says New Orleans Airport exit, 3 miles.'

'No it doesn't! Look at it. It says, NO Airport exit 3 miles!'

She got it and laughed. We saw quite a few signs where they abbreviated New Orleans with N.O.. Every one of them was funny. We took the NO Airport exit and at the airport Kelly said, 'I'll wait a couple miles farther down. You go in and pick her up. She's already at the curb. She's wearing a yellow dress.' I made the turn into the airport and battled traffic for fifteen minutes. I slid in as close to the curb as I could get and a cop came up to my door.

"A semi? Are you nuts?" He asked.

I smiled and said, "I didn't know how much luggage she'd bring." He laughed and Andrea climbed in the shotgun door. I wondered how good a look people at the curb got of Andrea's legs and butt as she climbed into the truck wearing a dress.  I put us in gear and we left the NO Airport. When we were behind Kelly, Andrea went into the back and changed into her trucking clothes, sexy under things, a denim skirt and a t-shirt. On her way into shotgun position she kissed my cheek and squeezed my arm. 'I missed you.'

"I missed you too." I said.

For my benefit she recounted her trip back to Mass.  She seatbelted in and then leaned in my direction so we could touch. I loved that she wanted the connection and I loved being so connected to her. She told me about the court situation and the whole thing with transferring the business to Mike. She felt free of the responsibility and the emotional pain of having let Ben get control of not only the business, but her life. She asked when we were stopping for the night. We were close enough to timing out that we picked the Pilot Center in Biloxi as our spot to stop.

We'd been on the road for an hour and forty minutes since we left the NO Airport when we stopped. Kelly and Sammi were already out of the pink and standing beside us when I stopped. Andrea moved onto the bed and they climbed in. I noticed a box on the bed beside Andrea. The box was about eight inches on a side and maybe an inch and a half tall.

Sammi sat on my lap, Kelly on the shotgun seat. Andrea picked up the box and held it tenderly on her lap. She looked at Sammi and asked, "Do you know what's in this box?"

"You said you were bringing us a present."

"But I'm asking if you know what it is."

"You asked me not to know. Unless you called my name I haven't listened to you since you asked me not to."

She looked at Kelly and Kelly said, "I don't know what's in the box."

She didn't even look at me so I said, "I know. It's a bicycle!"

She smiled and said, "This is the most important purchase I've ever made. Not because it was the most expensive, it wasn't. But because of what it means to my heart." She lifted the lid and showed us what was inside. A velvet lined interior with indents to hold nine ring sets of an engagement ring and a wedding band and one larger wedding band. The sets were arranged in a circle with the larger wedding band in the center of the circle. She didn't reach into the box.

She said, "While I was in Mass I went shopping and went into a jewelry store. The man makes these sets. Not just these sets, lots of sets. I saw these and knew. I knew they were ours. Knew I wanted to wear these rings and be married to all of us." Tears were on her cheeks. She held the box out to me and asked, "Did I do Ok?"

"We are already married in our hearts and minds. Wearing rings is a statement to the world that we are committed to love and each other. I will be honored to wear that ring and to see every other set on your hands."

Sammi reached in and held the man's ring. Kelly and Andrea reached in and held the same ring. Together they slid it on my finger and it fit.

Andrea smiled and said, "The women's rings are four different sizes."

I picked a set and reached for her hand. The rings slipped on and fit. We kissed and hugged. I picked another set and reached for Sammi's hand. The rings slipped on and fit. We kissed and hugged, then Sammi and Andrea kissed and hugged. I picked a third set and reached for Kelly's hand. The rings slipped on and fit. We kissed and hugged, then all of us kissed and hugged. There were six sets left in the box.

I called out, 'Megan!'

'I'm right here, Daddy. Mom tuned me in right after the box was opened.'

'There are ring sets still in the box. One set is yours. When we see you next weekend will you be ready to wear them?'

'Can I come tomorrow?' We all nodded and I said, "Yes!"

Kelly asked, 'Have you told any of your friends that you're getting married?'

'No. I did explain that I don't date because I have a guy I'm serious about and he's a long ways from here, but I haven't said more than that.'

'You can call a couple of them and tell them you're getting married this weekend or you can show up for classes on Monday wearing rings.' Sammi said.

'Mom... are you really Ok that you and I will be married to the same man?'

'Nick stops being Daddy and I stop being just Mom. I'm Ok that my husband has tasted you, loved you and brought you to orgasm more than once. This weekend is symbolic of our new normalcy and that love doesn't need or want arbitrary boundaries. He's already your husband. You're already his wife.'




Sometimes the Good Guy Wins Ch. 05



I opened the door and started to get out of the truck. Andrea asked, "Where are you going?"

"It's getting too crowded in here for me. I need to go for a walk."

Kelly asked, 'Want to be alone or could a wife walk with you?'

"I'd really like it quiet in my head for a while." 'Megan, I love you and we'll let you know where to find us tomorrow, Ok?'

'I need a little time to think, too.' Megan said. The inside of my head got quiet. I got out of the truck and Kelly got out with me.

We walked. She held my hand and once in a while lifted our hands so she could look at the rings on our fingers. Each time she did we stopped walking and kissed. 

The weather was perfect. The skies were clear, the temperature was almost eighty and there was a breeze off the gulf. We walked. I thought.

'Being a husband is a job. A blessing and a job. Making the happiness of someone else essential to my own is a thoughtful and constant process. When I looked down out my window and saw Donna standing there something opened me up. I'd been dead, in a coma since Annie died and I actually saw Donna standing there. She needed to be loved. She was in her mid-thirties and had never really been loved. She'd been used and abused. I knew it wasn't me, personally, she needed.  I looked down at her and heard Dad in my head. "Love her, protect her, teach her." For the first time I understood he wasn't talking about only LeeAnn. By the time Donna climbed into the truck I accepted her into the family. When the lights and power went out and Linda joined us it was easy to love her too. The thing Dad taught me has served me all my life. Love her, protect her, teach her. I was opening up to Donna and then Linda like opening up was my job, my calling, my purpose in life.'

Kelly stopped us again and we kissed. I thought, 'God, I am blessed! I'd loved LeeAnn all her life and wouldn't just love her. I ran away to college then into the military because the rules said I couldn't love her. She married and put up with all his abuse because she loved Dad and I so much she was protecting us.' I looked at Kelly and knew I had loved her even when Annie was alive.

Kelly turned us back towards the trucks and I thought, 'Tomorrow night Megan will stop calling me Daddy. She has wanted to be mine since she was twelve or thirteen. She knew LeeAnn loved me and she loved me, too. Danni loves us. Donna and Linda love us. Andrea bought nine sets. Sammi, Kelly, Andrea, Megan, Donna, Linda and Danni. That's seven, if Danni, Donna and Linda are included. What about Kathy? Some female magic had Andrea buy nine rings. Right now, the company would be 8 pussies & 2 dicks trucking! Peterson Family Trucking is a better name.'

We were back at the white Freightliner. I opened the door and Kelly climbed in. I rubbed her butt as she climbed. I followed her in. Supper was almost ready. Sammi had found a place that delivered and she ordered three Cajun dinners, jambalaya, coconut shrimp and Cajun BBQ chicken. It was ready when we opened the paper containers and dug in. We shared by taking a couple bites and passing the containers. Everything was spicy. Everything was perfectly cooked and fresh.

When we were almost finished eating Sammi asked, "Before you and Kelly went for your walk, you asked that we let your mind be quiet. After you were walking I wanted to ask if that meant we couldn't listen."

"Did you?"

All three nodded.

I said, "I don't think I said anything I wouldn't say to you. Did I offend anyone?"

Kelly said, "What you did was clarify for me how a man can love like you do. None of us has ever been loved like this. I've never even been best girl-friends with someone before. When you included Danni it was the most normal and natural thing you could do... and it blew my mind. Now I get it. You said you were blessed. I wanted to stop you, hold on to you and say you had it wrong! We're the ones who are blessed!"

Andrea said, "What she said!"

"Is it Ok that I need to have some quiet alone time sometimes?" I asked. They nodded and Sammi said, "As long as we can listen." I smiled and nodded.

What I need is the quiet. 

We talked and decided that since the drive from Biloxi to Disney world is almost exactly five hundred seventy miles we ought to make it in nine hours. We wanted to arrive at eleven in the morning. That gets us unloaded and paperwork done by one. We need to scope out the training school for Sammi and Andrea and find a place for us to live for three weeks. Sammi called the school and they told us that if they could use one of our Freightliners for five days we could park both trucks on-property for the length of the school and leave with full fuel tanks. They told her that there was a nice motel less than a quarter mile from the school. We rented two big rooms.

Andrea calculated and to be at Disney be eleven we needed to be on the road at two in the morning. We did our inspections and clean up in twenty minutes and I was in bed with Andrea five minutes after that. Sammi slept in the pink with Kelly. Their choices.

When the alarm went off at one-thirty the first thing I noticed was the sound of rain. It had been so nice when we went to bed we forgot to check the weather report.  I shut off the alarm and told Andrea to stay in bed. I got up and dressed. I did a quick walk-around and started the truck.

'Kelly?'

"I'm up.' 

'Stay inside and dry. I'll do the walk-around for you.'

'I love you. Thanks.' She said. I did her walk around and everything was fine. She fired up the pink. At one-fifty we put our company in gear and headed east. I munched on a granola bar or two and drank a diet Coke in the first road hour. A hot cup of coffee would have been my first choice, but letting Andrea sleep was my gift to her.

It was four-forty-five when Andrea asked, "Hungry?"

"Yup!"

I heard her get out of bed and start making breakfast. I smelled coffee brewing. She handed me a breakfast pita bread sandwich. It had a little jambalaya, a couple shrimp and a couple pieces of chicken in it. She perched near me and traded so she held the sandwich and I had the coffee. We traded until the pita was gone and so was the coffee.

I was going fifty to fifty-five most of the time. The rain was coming down at an angle from behind us. It felt like the truck was being pushed and it was too dangerous to go faster than fifty-five, so I didn't. Andrea asked if she could ask questions about driving in rain.

"Go ahead, ask. Then crawl inside my head and listen. I talk to myself in all kinds of bad weather." 

She never asked a single question. I made the transition on to I-75 south and within half an hour we were out of the rain. The thermometer on my wing mirror read seventy-eight degrees and it was eight-thirty in the morning.

My speed went up to seventy-five until we got close to the FL-91 toll road and I needed to stop there. We paid our toll and made the turn for Disney. Sammi called Disney and got detailed directions to where they wanted our delivery. She told Andrea and Andrea told me. I love living in the world of magic! 

I even started seeing signs that said we were headed for the Magic Kingdom.

We began the day aimed at delivery by eleven. It was twelve-thirty when the back doors of my truck opened. We watched Disney's dock apes unload and we did paperwork. Sammi talked to Danni on the phone, then talked to Momma. Kelly and I watched the apes to make sure they did a good job and didn't break or take any of our equipment. Andrea attempted to watch and learn everything.

The big boss from Animatronics watched the unloading and was so pleased that the complex and delicate equipment had traveled well he took us onto Disney World and to one of the hotels for lunch. While we ate I asked, "How much is a nice room for one night. Tonight is a special night for my wife and I and I'm wondering."

Out came his cell phone and we were comped us into a two bedroom suite and a single for the weekend! Then he realized we were driving two big semis and he arranged a rental van for us, too. The van was delivered to us at the restaurant. He shook all our hands and left us.

I said, 'Megan!'

'On my way!' She replied. 'There's a storm coming and I want to miss it.'

'Have you been to Disney World?'

'Sure!'

'Can you find the Wilderness Lodge?'

'It's my favorite! Sure, I can find it.'

'We have a two bedroom suite and a single for the weekend.'

I hadn't known someone could squeal in mind-speak. She could, did and I knew covering my ears wouldn't help.

We went back to the trucks, re-parked and took the van and our stuff to the Lodge. When we checked in they gave each of us a pass to all the Disney parks for the weekend. I planned to spend a lot of time one-on-one with Megan and had wondered what Sammi, Kelly and Andrea would find to do. I had an answer. 

The two bedroom suite had windows facing out over a huge pool. The single was across the hall and faced the same pool. Both were on the forth floor.

Sammi took a closet. Kelly took a closet. Andrea took a closet and I got one of the two closets in the single. Sammi made dinner reservations at the Whispering Canyon Café and was told how much fun the restaurant was.

We relaxed in the two-bedroom suite and waited for Megan. Sammi sat up and said, "Megan's here!" As we went to the lobby I realized I'd completely stopped asking, "How do you know?" She knew, that's all.

I smiled when I saw Megan. She had on a denim vest and skirt, athletic shoes and carried a daypack. She wasn't coming to Disney World to be a tourist and ride the rides. She wasn't coming to wear white and do all the "normal" bride things. Well, one of the normal bride things was scheduled.

The first hug belonged to me. Then she made the rounds. She was up-to-date with everything we knew. We walked around the hotel and the hotel grounds, acting like tourists. It was fun and included lots of laughter and touching. Sammi had made an early dinner reservation for us and we laughed and ate our way through wonderful BBQ for two hours! 

We walked one exercise lap around the hotel after dinner and went to our two-bedroom suite. Andrea got the ring box out and opened it as we all stood in a circle. I lifted an engagement ring from the box and asked, "Megan, this ring is a symbol of your willingness to make a commitment to each of us for the future. If you wear this ring you are saying you are committed to all our lives being filled with love, nurturing each of us and essential to your own happiness. Are you willing to wear this ring?"

Tears fell from her eyes and she held out her hand. I slipped the ring on and it fit. I kissed her finger and the ring and Sammi followed my lead. Each of us kissed her finger and the ring.

I picked up the wedding band and said, "This ring is different. The ring you have on is a promise for the future. Every day and night you wear this ring you are making the commitments, the promises, not for the future but for today and tonight. This is a right-now statement." I showed her the ring on my finger. "I am my commitment today, tonight and forever. I don't wear two rings. In my mind and heart I have no future without each of you in my today. We all are family from the moment you put the ring on. I won't put it on you. That would be me forcing the commitment on you. It needs to be you saying it to us."

Megan took the ring from my hand and pushed it onto her finger, next to the engagement ring. She looked up at each of us and said, "I love each of you. I commit to living my life as a member of this family and doing everything I can to have life be incredible for all of us." She kissed me and after a few seconds she kissed Sammi... then each person in our family circle. When she was back to me she said, "My commitment includes whoever wears the other rings, whenever that happens."

We toasted with some Martinelli's and Momma spoke to us, letting us know she included Dad in the ceremony. 

By nine Megan and I were in the single. Megan went into the bathroom and started the shower. Sammi said, 'Nick, can I have a minute?'

'Sure.'

'There are lots of newlyweds here in the hotel and lots of lovers getting ready to jump each other's bones. I don't know it is even possible, but can Kelly, Andrea and I link up and send all our loving energy to all the people we can reach in the hotel while you and Megan join?'

'I love the idea of it! I'm Ok, ask Megan.'

Megan led me into the shower and said, "I wonder how many screamers are here tonight?"

I said, "I always scream!" 

"No, you make us scream!" Megan said. We stepped into the water and I had a thought that this was a ceremony where we became "water brothers". We kissed and I felt powerful energy in the shower with us. I realized it was a ritual I had done with all the women in Peterson Family Trucking except Momma. 

A few seconds passed and I heard Momma's voice, 'Next time you're home.'

We got clean and we reinforced our emotional link. When Megan shut off the water we dried each other and we moved the connection to the bed. I heard Megan, 'I want you to take hours loving me and I want to cum right now!'

I said, "Good thing you can have both, huh?"

I pushed her back and she sat on the bed. My hand on her chest pushed her onto her back and I quickly spread her legs and dove between her legs and into her pussy. I by-passed foreplay, slow anticipation and gentle and went directly to her clit. I believed she'd been thinking about this for hours, if not days, and she was ready.

Her clit was swollen and waiting for my attention. I sucked it into my mouth and ran the tip of my tongue against it. My hands found and held her breasts. I remembered that she loved having her breasts squeezed and pulled... so that's what I did. I felt her arch and I tasted the increase in the flow of her juices.

"Oh, Nick!" She shuddered and then shuddered harder. I pulled back, sucking her clit harder until she popped out of my mouth! Instantly I reapplied the suck and pulled back again. It was enough! Megan arched her back, her legs stiffened and her thighs gripped my head. She shook for a long time as I held her clit between my lips.

When I let go Megan pulled me up until we were face to face. We tenderly kissed and I heard, 'Thank you. Now, tease me for hours and be inside me often... please.'

We kissed slowly and tenderly for a while. I moved my kisses to her ears, neck, shoulders and the space between her breasts before I kissed either breast. I kissed my way around her right breast and when I was at the edge of her breast next to her arm pit I took a side trip onto the sensitive area there.

"You're kissing my pit!" She said, amazed.

I kissed it again and thought, 'I love all of you.' She shuddered. My kisses moved around her torso and moved down across her midsection.

My hands helped her legs move and open so my body fit between her knees. I folded her and my cock touched her swollen lips. She moved her knees farther apart, inviting me inside. My cock touched her swollen lips at the edge of her opening.

As slowly as I could manage I pushed inside her. She lifted her hips, begging me in deeper. I stopped moving until she relaxed and then I pushed in deeper. Over and over I pushed in deep and she tightened her muscles to hold me tight inside her body. I noticed sweat dripping from me onto her. 

She lifted her face towards my body and kissed the beads of sweat from my chest. Her hands encouraged me in every way they could.

When I felt the muscles in my lower back starting to cramp I rolled us and gave her control. She sat above my hips and could go at whatever pace or depth she wanted. She rose until we barely touched and then she fell against my hip bone. Slowly up and slamming down on me.  "I'm going to cum!" She grunted.

"Cum on me, my wife!" I said, out loud. I lifted my hips as she came down and she screamed! Her body shook and I sat up enough to hold her. I realized that I came when she did. I did not wilt.

We joined again and again, side by side, her on top, me on top, standing with her hands on the sliding glass doors to the balcony and on the balcony. When we finally came apart and lay next to each other on moist sheets Megan said, 'I'm wiped out. I've got nothing left.'



I slowly leaned to her, kissed her and said, 'Sleep.' We did.

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[As always your comments are welcomed unless you want to attack me personally. I have ex-wives and other relatives to tell me what a perverse, ignorant asshole I am. Please don't waste time repeating their beliefs. If you comments will possibly assist in me becoming a better writer, please, leave a comment.]



Sometimes the Good Guy Wins Ch. 06



When my eyes opened it was daylight outside. I said, 'Good Morning Family.'

Megan was snuggled against me and she stretched like a cat and turned to face me. She smiled and we kissed. I was amazed at how she could move cat like and at the same time remind me of a warm slithering snake doing her best to excite every external nerve ending on my body. 

We heard, 'Do you want to know our report?' The question came from Andrea, Kelly and Sammi in unison. I nodded. I guess that somehow communicates in mind-speak because they reported.

Andrea said, 'While you were together last night I reached out to listen in the hotel. I'm pretty sure that every person who was with someone romantically last night felt you both. The first time Megan screamed, I heard voices all over the hotel echoing her. The connection was strong. All of us soaked the towels we were sitting on!'

Sammi said, 'After you went to sleep, I showered I went down to the lobby. I listened and heard people amazed at the responsiveness of their partners and the love they felt renewed. What the two of you did was incredible!'

Megan said, 'What we did was incredible and what you did helped spread the message of love. I'm so lucky! I get to be loved like that for the rest of my life! I get to share that love with all of you!'

Momma's voice was heard, 'Good Morning. It was a good night in Wyoming too. Thank you all. As the guy on TV says, "Do you want the good news?"'

Sammi said, 'I think we're only telling Nick, Momma. The rest of us know. Megan's pregnant.'

'How do you feel about that news, Nick? Megan?' Momma asked.

Megan said, 'I felt it happen. Not when Nick came in me the first time, but after the long tease.'

I said, 'I can't say I'm surprised. I think Megan wanted last night to start a baby long before last night happened. I'm also pretty sure all of you thought about the long term implications and if there were objections we would have heard them before yesterday.' I said.

Kelly said, 'She ovulated sometime during her drive down yesterday. By the time you filled her the second time millions of sperm were already on their way. When she bounced up and down on you she helped her egg move into position to be fertilized. It happened.'

'Boy or girl?' I asked.

'Do you care?' Megan asked. She was curled next to and partially on top of me, moving just enough that all the skin touching skin was in motion, sensual and arousing.

I answered, 'Nope. He or she will be born into magic. He or she will have lots of mommas, lots of love and a very good life.' Then I added, 'I hope I can be a good Dad.'

I rolled on top of Megan and we slid together effortlessly. We kissed, laughed and loved together as a family. I heard my cell phone ring about a minute after Megan came. I found the phone and answered, "Did we do it to you again?"

"Am I pregnant, too?" I heard the fear in Kathy's voice. 

"Were you full of cum?" I asked.

"Yes! I'm still leaking."

I waited a few seconds and Momma said, 'Nope. She's not pregnant.'

I repeated the verdict to Kathy and she said, "I heard her. You are going to explain all this to me, aren't you?"

"Yes. Next Friday is all about you. Every question gets answered."

"I'll be there nice and early. Is there a way to give me a warning when I'm about to have another orgasm?"

I thought, 'We can make an effort to warn you, but we are still human and might forget.'

Momma said, 'I can isolate you, if that's what you want.'

"Until seven tonight, I'd appreciate it. There's a big thing I need to be on camera for."

'Done.' Momma said.

Less than a minute later Kathy spoke into the phone, "I just felt something go away. I feel alone."

"When you want the other feelings to come back, call Momma in your mind. She'll turn whatever it is back on."

"Can I call back, if I need to?"

"Would you ask that question if you were talking to your Mom, sister or husband?" I asked.

"No. I'd just call." She paused and said, "I don't have a husband." I heard a sad note in that pronouncement.

"You are family. Every one of us loves you. If you call on the phone or in your mind, one of us will answer. I feel like you have a busy day planned so get dressed, work hard and know we're behind you every step along the way."

"Wait! You're in bed right now with Megan, aren't you?"

"Yes. Sammi, Kelly and Andrea are across the hall. Momma is in Wyoming."

"This is your Honeymoon with Megan?"

Megan spoke; loud enough that Kathy could hear her. "Even without being inside your head I know you're worried about jealousy. Don't. Nick and my grandpa love. All my life I've loved both of them because I've known they unconditionally love me. This weekend is a gift of love to me. Next weekend will be about you and then you'll really understand."

"Have a great day, Sweetheart." I said.

Kathy said, "I like how that sounds." She paused and said, "Nick, I love you."

"I love you too. Bye." I hung up.

Megan rolled on top of me and asked, "Do we want to order room service and have breakfast here in the room or dress and use those passes for Disney World?"

"I've never been to Disney World. But, that would be a lot of walking. Maybe you shouldn't do a lot of walking."

"Why?" She rubbed herself all over me. "Because I'm pregnant?"

"I like it when you say it. It also scares me a little."

'He's worried he won't be around home as much as he should after the baby is born.' Sammi said.

I nodded, 'I'm also worried about what kind of Dad I will be. I'm old enough to be the grandfather here!'

Megan smothered me with kisses while she rubbed her puss against my cock. She said, 'You'll have all of us as coaches, all of us loving you and the baby, all of us as co-parents.'

"Then let's all get dressed and stay home!" I said.

"Stay home?" I heard four voices ask.

"This is the Magic Kingdom, isn't it?" I asked. I heard laughter and we got out of bed. After our shower I dried Megan off and she ran to the door of our suite. She hesitated a second and opened the door. She was bare. The door to the other suite opened and Megan dashed across the hall and inside. I heard her in my head, 'I need to borrow some clothes and liners!'

I laughed to myself and got dressed. When she came back she was dressed. The skirt was Kelly's; the top was Sammi's. She said, "The bra is Kelly's."

"You didn't borrow anything from Andrea?"

She grinned and said, "Liners!" She tucked six into her daypack, pulled on her shoes and we were ready.

As we all walked to the monorail station I felt a conversation happening, just outside my ability to hear it. All four women were quiet, out loud. Suddenly, as the monorail doors opened Megan said, "We'll catch the next train. Have fun!"

Kelly, Andrea and Sammi waved and smiled as they boarded the train and were gone. Megan hooked my arm and smiled up at me. A minute later another train stopped and we got in and sat down. 'Where are they going?' I asked.

"The Magic Kingdom." Megan answered, out loud.

'And us?' I asked, in my head.

'Epcot.'

When we got to Epcot we got off. A woman sitting near us said, "This isn't the Magic Kingdom." She had heard Megan say "the Magic Kingdom" out loud. 

Megan smiled, squeezed my arm tighter and said, "When you're with Nick, it is!"

We wandered around Epcot, ate, rode a couple of the rides and were having a great time. We were standing in line for something, I don't even remember what, when the people behind us included us in their conversation.

They seemed to be about Megan's age and two were wearing orange t-shirts that said, "Florida Christian College" on the fronts. A young woman in their group noticed the rings on Megan's hand and asked about them. What she asked was, "Can I see your rings, please?"

Megan held out her left hand as she kept a hold of my arm. She smiled and said, "We're on our Honeymoon."

The girl oohed and ahhed over the rings and said how cute they were. She got her two female friends to also make appropriate noises about the rings. Then she asked, "How long have you been married?"

Megan said, "Since yesterday!"

One of the men wearing an orange t-shirt asked, "Which Church were you married in? I'm from the area. Maybe I know the minister."

Megan said, "We weren't married in a Church." We both felt an energy shift happen. It almost felt like a cool breeze touched us.

I said, "We had more of a Native American ceremony where the tribe unites us with the Great Spirit and the rest of the tribe."

The young man said, "Oh, that's too bad." He put his arm around the young woman who had opened the conversation and turned both of them away from us. The other four turned away as well.

I waited ten seconds and then said, "That Christian behavior is why I am not a member of any Christian church. They seem to be willing to sacrifice love to be right."

The young man spun around and said, "The Christian Church is all about love!" His posture, attitude and words were an assault.

"Then you should join it. I did not turn my back on you. You turned away from us. We aren't just like you so you shun us. We're married, in love. We are members of a tribe based and created in love. We could see your behavior as an insult to our tribe as well as to us, but we won't. You don't know enough about us as a tribe to insult us. I hope you enjoy your time at Epcot. I hope you learn a lot about love at the college you attend. Maybe you'll even learn that there's more than one path to living a spirit-based life. By the way, may I ask your first name?"

"Frank. Why?"

"I'm pretty sure Megan will be having a baby within the next year and I want to know what names not to give our child." The line moved and we turned and stepped away from them. The line moved quite a ways and when it stopped they were no longer behind us. Megan put her arms around me and said, 'I loved how you described our family. I loved how you addressed his rude behavior without anger. I'm proud to be your wife.'

'I'm glad you don't go to a church school. They tend to turn out people with a very narrow view of how the world should be.'

We stood in silence for a minute. "Do Native American tribes allow more than one wife?" Megan asked.

"I seem to remember reading that two hundred years ago it may have been permissible, but with the federal government so involved in Indian affairs I'm pretty sure it's not permitted on the surface today.'

'Sure seems like a lot of people want to tell other people how to live.'

'How to live, love, what to eat, where to live, what clothes to wear...'

'Or not wear...' She smiled up at me.

We entered the theatre and watched whatever they showed. When we exited we found a place to get a snack and I asked, "Do you want to eat with the tribe tonight or with just us?"

"Just us. Ok?"

"Then pick where and ask the rest of the tribe to pick somewhere else."

Thirty seconds later she said, "We're going to wander around the world here in Epcot and pick one. The tribe is eating at the Polynesian Village. Momma and Dad are having a roast turkey, baked potato and mixed veggies prepared by Kay."

I smiled. Being with any of them was like living with a news organization that only tells the truth. I knew if I asked she could quickly find out what Danni was having for dinner in Los Angeles or what Donna and Linda were having... or doing.

'Do you want to know?' She asked. I shook my head. "I just want to be with you."

We wandered and finally stopped at "Nine Dragon's" and ate Chinese food. Their Kung Pao chicken was a little weak in the Pao, more of a Kung pop, but we had a good time and an hour later I wanted a snack. She promised I could have one back in our room.

A little while after we left "Nine Dragons" I saw an orange t-shirt. It was on one of the young people we encountered earlier. This time there was only one orange t-shirt. Four young people and only one orange t-shirt. We kept walking and Megan said, "They saw us."

"And?"

"They want to talk to us." 'They want to apologize.' Megan said. I stopped, letting them catch us.

"Excuse me." One of the males said. We turned and smiled.

"Our friend was rude. He's feeling all into himself right now. He just finished finals to become a minister."

"Where is he?" Megan asked.

"We aren't sure. We told him we'd meet him back at the hotel later. We have been looking for you... so we could apologize."

"You didn't do anything or say anything that you need to apologize for." I said.

"I beg to differ. He was with us and we let him insult you for not being just like us. That's rude. We're sorry."

"There's a quote I like but I can't remember who should get credit for it. A little education is a dangerous thing." I said.

They all nodded. I shook hands with the speaker and wished them a wonderful vacation. We parted friends. As they walked away Megan said, 'They like you.'

'I like them.'

We found the monorail and went back to the hotel. Megan was quiet for most of the ride and finally I asked, "You Ok?"

"More than Ok. I'm sitting here with the man I've loved all my life, wearing his rings and headed for bed with him."

I heard a voice in my head and it was Sammi. 'I liked what you said earlier about the tribe. When most people hear the word family they think of Mom, Dad and two point three kids. When they hear tribe they think extended family. We certainly are that. And, I heard all the love in what you were saying.'

'Not that I mind you listening, but... do you do it a lot?'

'I think all Momma's like to keep an eye on their daughters. Biggest mistake of my life was shutting my Momma out.'

'So, that means you listen a lot?'

'Yes. And I change liners a lot, too.'

'I love you.'

'I know.' I heard the sound of a kiss in my head, and then she was gone. Megan hooked my arm and pressed her breast against me. I heard her, 'It's nice when the mother of the bride loves the groom, don't you think?' 

I smiled, 'It certainly is.'

When I unlocked the door to our room it was after nine o'clock. Megan stepped through the door and clothes started coming off. She folded them nicely and said, "They aren't my clothes."

I undressed and put my clothes on the floor by her clothes chair. We showered and massaged each other for a while before we joined. As we got serious about joining Megan said, 'Sammi? Are you linking to the hotel again?'

'It's a nice way for our tribe to be a gift to our neighbors, don't you agree?'

I licked the length of Megan's slit and she said, "Yes!" out loud. I licked her again and again. We had already prepared the bed for the possibility that there would be some leakage of bodily fluids in the next few hours. Megan was on her back on three layers of bath towels.

'You already know my body so well.' She said.

"I don't know anything. You use tribal magic and even though I can't hear you all the time, I do whatever I think, feel or intuit that you want or need."

"I need you inside me. I want you deep inside me and to be my cave man!"

I flipped her up onto her knees and quickly pushed inside her pussy from behind. I held her hips and thrust, using my arms to pull her back as my hips went forward. After a few strokes like that I moved my hands to her shoulders and drew them back along her sides, stretching her muscles back toward me. She reached and found some lotion on the nightstand, handing it up to me. I poured some on her back and as I thrust into her I massaged the lotion into her skin, pressing deep.

I felt her orgasm approaching. I said, "You're going to have our baby!"

Megan's back arched, her body trembled and she screamed, "Yyyyeeeeesssssss!" And my body unloaded into her. There were aftershocks and I don't think they were just Megan's. 

Minutes later I began to wilt. I flipped her back onto her back and moved my face between her legs. There was a lot of leakage. As I cleaned it up I licked and nibbled on Megan. She rapidly went back to shaking and making all the noises telling me she was about to cum again. My hands held her breasts and when I felt the urge to squeeze, I did. She moaned loudly and came again. 

After drinking most of the new flow from her, I backed off, moved up and we spent lots of time kissing and caressing each other. A lot of that time Megan had her eyes closed.

When they opened she said, "Husband, whatever you want."

"I already have everything. I have a tribe of love. I have wives who love each other as much as they love me. I have wives who love me. I have the best parents ever. I'm going to be a Dad. I'm in the magic Kingdom!"

We resumed kissing and touching. Megan snuggled against me and we snoozed. Somewhere in the middle of the night I woke up and moved a couple inches and was inside Megan again. Her eyes opened and I said, "Sweetheart, I want us to share. Ok?"

She nodded. I visualized entering Sammi. I felt Sammi opening her self to us and felt her loving both of us. A few soft, gentle strokes and I visualized Kelly welcoming us. Megan said, 'I love you, sister.' A few slightly different strokes and I visualized entering Andrea. She welcomed all of us and we were all together. We stroked in and out together, joined at the hips.

I felt another person right with us and I knew we had awakened Kathy. I said, 'Tell Kathy we all love her and we're all loving her right now.'

A few seconds passed and I heard, 'I heard you, Nick. I feel all of you. I've never felt so much love in my life!'

I felt my cum rise and flow out into my tribe. I was spent. I think Megan rolled me off of her because when I opened my eyes it was morning. Megan was dressed in her I'm-going-back-to-school clothes and she was standing beside the door, waiting.

A knock came and she opened the door. Two carts of room service rolled in followed by Sammi, Kelly and Andrea. They carried chairs. Megan signed for the food and closed the door as the delivery guys left.

Sammi was smiling as she said, "We had a long talk with Danni and Kathy last night after you left."

"Oh? I left? Everything Ok?"

"Yes, you left. When you go to sleep, you're gone. I'd say everything is Ok, wouldn't you ladies?"

"Yes!"

"Good, then we can eat, right?"

"Can you eat and listen?" Kelly asked.

"A lot better than I can sit here hungry with two carts of food right there."

Sammi and Megan uncovered the food and started feeding me. I got sips of hot, black and strong coffee with chicory in it from Andrea. Kelly talked.

"Danni knows some other truckers she thinks might be open to joining the tribe. For a start three teams of women and a guy. She wants Sammi and you or me and you to meet them... next time any of us are in L.A. together. One of the teams has an established route up and down the west coast between San Diego and British Colombia. The day after we were in the hotel in Santa Monica a girl-girl driving team showed up in L.A. and walked into Danni's office and one of them said, "I must be crazy! I dreamed last night that I was in bed with you and had the best orgasms of my life." Her partner said, "We both had the same dream and our sleeper smells like sex!"

I had eaten a slice of French toast and a link of sausage, fed to me by Megan. I nodded.

Andrea said, "Kathy is in. She was willing to drive to the nearest airport last night and fly down here. We almost said yes, but something... some energy, said wait."

"I felt her strongly last night."

Kelly took the coffee from me and said, "Tomorrow morning we put these two in school. Sammi doesn't want to go. Momma has already told her she's going. You and I are flying to Denver and then to Casper. Kay will pick us up. Dad's in trouble. He hasn't had a heart attack but the doc says he has congestive heart failure. He needs to see you."

We all heard Momma's voice. 'He needs to sit and talk face-to-face with Nick. He's putting up with the nurses, Kay and me, but what he needs is to see and talk with Nick. Megan, go back to school and aim at graduating. Sammi, all of us need you and Andrea licensed and on the road. Kay, Kelly and I will take care of Dad and Nick for a while. I'll talk to Kathy. Nick, bring Kathy's rings with you. She may be coming here.'




Sometimes the Good Guy Wins Ch. 06



All of us spoke in unison, "Yes, Momma. We love you." We said it out loud.

I asked, 'Did you tell Donna, Linda and Danni too?'

'Yes.'

Sammi and Megan were crying. I put an arm around both of them and said, "He's not going away for a while. You know we'll stay in touch. You focus on your jobs. Peterson Family Trucking and our tribe need you. We'll be back as soon as possible while making sure Momma and Dad are well taken care of."

I had put my arms around Sammi and Megan. By the time my little speech was over we were all touching. We got Megan on the road by one o'clock. We got all of us moved to the motel near the school by four. Kelly and I were packed before dinner. Mostly the ladies were quiet. I sensed a buzzing of conversations I didn't need to be in. After dinner I went for a walk and Sammi went with me. We walked for over an hour and never spoke to each other. She waited until we were just outside our room and she said, 'I love that we can not talk and you say everything I need to hear.'

We kissed and the room door opened and Andrea pulled us inside. She said, "While you were gone you moved. I realized we were paying a hundred a night per room and if Sammi and I sleep together we only need one room. Kelly and Nick will be gone. I moved us into this room and Kelly and Nick into the one next-door, just for tonight. In a week we save seven hundred dollars."

"Ok, with me. Sammi?"

"Truth be told, I want to go to Wyoming. I know Dad wants to talk man-to-man with you, but I feel pulled to be there and so does Megan!"

"Megan needs to graduate. You need to graduate. Andrea needs to graduate. As soon as you know when we're available to truck, call Danni and have her see if we can get runs into Wyoming, Nebraska or Colorado. If we can, we can stop in and all of us can see Dad... and Momma."

Andrea said, "When I moved us I found two books that the school left for us to read. I started and it's stuff we both have learned from you and Kelly. We're really ready for tomorrow."

Sammi said, "Classes start at nine tomorrow. How long will it take for us to get you to the airport?"

I picked up the phone and called the 24-hour number for the minivan. I gave the guy who answered the number on the key fob and he laughed. Then he said, "Sir, that van is due back on the first of next month. Keep it and enjoy it. Just please don't take it outside Florida. Our insurance doesn't go that far. When you need to give it back, call us again and we'll come get it."

Kelly had booked us on the flight to Denver and the puddle-jumper to Casper. Kay'd pick us up. We needed to get up by six to get to the airport so Sammi and Andrea would be back to school before nine. Sammi and Andrea went into their room and Kelly and I went to bed in our room for the night.

We snuggled. We held on to each other and went to sleep in the middle of the big king-sized bed. Sometime in the night, the door to our room opened and we were joined by Sammi and Andrea.

Four in a bed is cozy. If they're used to sleeping two in a queen-sized bed it's probably crowded, but we're all used to sleeping in a sleeper so it was cozy. When the alarm sounded we took five minutes for touching and kissing before the need to pee got us out of the bed.

At ten after we were in the minivan and drove to the airport. We only took carry-on bags. I knew there were clothes of Sammi's and mine in the second house back at the farm. I knew Kelly and Sammi had been sharing clothes for a while already. Sammi and Andrea left us at the curb and headed off to school. 

We boarded our flight, Kelly leaned against me and we both napped to Denver. The puddle-jumper was a twin turbo-prop with twelve seats to Casper. Just inside the terminal in Casper, Kay greeted us. There were tears and hugs and when we got to the four-door pick-up Kay gave me the keys. She waited until Kelly got in before she moved to get into the truck. I noticed someone had painted "Peterson Family Trucking Company" and our phone numbers of the front doors of the truck.

As I drove I thought, 'Dad's actually Ok, isn't he?'

Kay answered, 'Momma says he'll be Ok. Momma says he's got about a year left.' There was a pause and a soft whisper in my head, 'Momma lies, even to herself.'

Kay was silently crying. She continued, 'The doctor thinks he really has weeks, not months. Dad's heart is worn out.' Kelly put her arm around Kay and asked, 'You sure Momma's not listening?'

'Momma knows I'll tell you. She just couldn't. She knows Dad really wants some man-to-man time with you and she knows how important school is for both Sammi and Megan. There will be time for all of us to be together.'

The rest of the ride was quiet. I kind of figured we were isolated and no one outside the truck could listen. Kelly held Kay and had a hand on my leg. When we parked at the hospital Kay said, "Room 28."

I said, "You're coming in too."

"Nope. I'm taking Kelly home. We'll be back when you call us. It'll take half an hour from when you think, Come get me. He's waiting for you." 

Arguing would have been a waste of breath. Instead, I got out of the truck. Kay got out, walked around and got in the driver's seat. By the time I was inside the hospital, they were gone.

I was taken to Dad's room. When I opened the door he smiled and motioned to the chair waiting beside his bed. I sat and held his hand.

"Son, I'm proud of you."

I couldn't speak. It sounded like the beginning of his last speech, his last words to me and they broke my heart.

He talked to me about life with Momma and magic. He told me stories about things they had done that were outside the normal of most people. He shared about how they had hidden the magic from almost everyone for most of their lives. He told me that they had done quite well over the years and that he knew I'd take care of Momma when he was gone. The property was all owned by Peterson Family Trucking and all of us. He let me know that Danni, Kathy, Donna and Linda were all shareholders and owners in the trucking company along with the rest of us who wore rings. He talked about a lot of the legal stuff he had done for our tribe.

We talked until he noticed it getting dark outside. He said, "Call Kay. Tell her to bring Momma and Kelly. I would like a couple of good kisses before I sleep tonight."

I did as he asked. Kay responded, 'On our way.'

Before they arrived Dad said, "Megan will move here and run the business. Your Momma could do it, but she's entitled to be a consultant for the rest of her life. Kay will be here, too. Give her a baby, Nick. She has loved the family and you all her life. Open your heart just a little more and give her a baby to raise with Megan's. Do it tonight!"

He closed his eyes and his breathing slowed. He napped until the women walked through the door. All three kissed him and someone from the hospital delivered his dinner. Momma sat on his bed and fed him. I sat with Kay and Kelly and watched. When he was done all three kissed him again and he was asleep before we got out of the room.

Kelly drove us back to the farm. Momma sat in the middle and Kay rode on my lap. I felt isolated. I thought about loving Kay, giving her a baby, starting another part of the family. I wondered if Kay wanted to have a baby and if she wanted our baby. I also wondered if we were financially sound enough to support all of two big trucks and us.

When we went through the gate and saw the two houses Momma said, 'I gave you some time to think without nosy women listening. For the rest of the evening, I think we all want to know what you're thinking.'

"First, thanks for the quiet thinking time. I think Megan needs to be focused on school. Let her study, we'll talk when she's available. Check with Sammi and Andrea and if they aren't stressed with school, open me to them, please."

Momma said, "Megan needs a little more time. Sammi and Andrea are with us. What about Donna, Linda, Kathy and Danni?"

"Hold off on Kathy for now. She doesn't know enough about the tribe or magic yet. I'm worried the details will overwhelm her if we don't talk for hours first."

Momma put her hand on mine and said, "She called to me this morning. She was in the shower, crying. She and I talked for hours. She understands the tribe and loving you and all of us. She changed her flight to tomorrow. She'll be in Casper at three tomorrow afternoon."

"Then tune her in. Check to make sure she'll be safe and private for our conversation." We parked and went into Momma's living room. Kelly brought me a diet Coke from the kitchen.

"We're all in, except Megan. As soon as she's available we'll talk to her too." Momma said.

'Not in the order of importance, here are some of what Dad and I discussed. Every asset Momma and Dad had as well as everything LeeAnn, Andrea, Kelly and I had is now property of Peterson Family Trucking Company. All of us are share holders and that includes Donna, Linda, Kathy, Danni and Kay.' I paused. He asked me to have Megan move here when she graduates and Momma and Kay will run the business with her, from here.'

Momma said, 'Give me a few seconds. Megan is here and I'll catch her up.' 

A few seconds later she said, 'She's caught up.'

'Megan, Kay and Momma will run the business from the office. Dad says Momma is to have the job as a consultant, not as the boss. I say that for the rest of this year all three of you are equal partners in the office. By then Kay and Megan will take the reigns and Momma will be the consultant and grandma.' I said, 'Dad knows the farm is a good place to raise kids. He held my hand and said, "Megan will move here and run the business. Kay will be here, too. Give her a baby. Do it tonight!"' I saw a tear slid out of Kay's eye. 'That is what he wants, it is what I want too, but every person in the tribe has a say. Not a vote, a say. Are each of you willing to have another baby in the family? To love it, nurture it, support it and be it's parent as much as Megan, Kay and I are it's parents? And, most importantly, Kay, would you be willing to marry us and have our baby?'

Kay said, "I just ovulated. I wasn't due to ovulate for two weeks! My answer is Yes! My answer is that I've been sleeping in the second house, in that bed, ever since we got back from Denver, dreaming about conceiving a baby with you in that bed!"

'Sammi?' I asked. She answered, 'I love this tribe and all of us. I say, Yes.' We heard from every member and they all said Yes. 

Last to be heard from was Kathy. 'I've never met any of you except Nick. I lied to myself and to Nick for years about love and commitment. I saw how his love for Annie almost killed him and I didn't want to risk hurting him like that. I wouldn't allow him to get that close. He did anyway. Now I've felt him loving Megan, starting a baby in her. I've felt him loving each of us. I spent most of today talking with Momma and knowing she's my Momma, too. You ask if I'm in? You ask if I can love that much? Yes! And, I promise to visit often, play with, nurture and participate with the whole tribe as much as possible.'

'Kathy, where are you?' I asked.

'Home.'

'I recommend you eat; shower put some towels on your bed and get ready. We're making a baby tonight, and you are invited.'

'Only make a baby in Wyoming, Ok?'

'Yup.'

I had a conversation with Kay that the tribe participated in. The question was if she wanted to wear the rings before we started a baby or to have Dad as a part of the ring ceremony the next day when Kathy would be there, too. 

There was a long silence around me after I asked. I sensed a conversation happening and I couldn't hear it. Then I understood. Danni, Donna, Linda and Kathy were all going to be with us tomorrow! Andrea had bought rings for all of us. We'd have a wedding in room 28 at the hospital.

We walked to the second house and I got a fire going. When the house was warm enough we got ready for bed and Sammi, Kelly and Momma gave me some hints about what Kay wanted when we joined. I didn't follow their thoughts, exactly. I had some ideas of my own.

When we woke up the next morning Kelly delivered breakfast to us and Kay showed her three hickies. Kelly put her hand on Kay's belly and said, "A nice warm oven. Way to go, both of you." We shared breakfast and kisses. Kelly undressed and the three of us played and joined in isolation. I don't know how good the isolation actually was, but when Kathy arrived she didn't mention having had troubles in the plane or the airport. I cleaned up and went to get Kathy alone. Kelly and Kay had "things to do" they said.

I was in the parking lot of the Casper airport when I heard from Sammi. 'Nick, the head instructor wants to know if you want a job. He finished testing us this morning and he has certified us! Our licenses will be mailed to Peterson Family Trucking and we both have temporary paper right now!'

'Congratulations! Here's what I recommend: Find a place to park the trucks, lock-um up and fly here. Dad needs to see both of you.'

'Yes, Chief.'

Ninety minutes later the puddle-jumper landed and Kathy got out. After a brief hug I carried her suitcase and held her hand as we walked to the truck. We got all the way to the truck before she asked, 'Can we stop long enough for me to hold you and tell you I love you?'

I put her suitcase in the back of the truck and took her in my arms. We kissed like neither of us cared if everyone in Wyoming watched. As the kiss began I visualized a welcome home kiss I got once when I came back to the states in uniform having been in harm's way for three months. It was a great memory. I opened the door for her and she climbed in. I put a hand on her butt and helped.

When I got in she smiled and said, "Thanks for the lift."

"Anytime."

"It's funny. I don't know what any of the tribe look like, but I know I'll know them. I've been inside them, felt them at their most intimate moments. I already know I'm in."

I said, "I just wish you had worn something else. Momma and Kay both hate Navy blue."

Panic showed for a second and then she hit me! "No they don't!"

"How do you know?"

"They both just told me!"

"Ok. I surrender."

When we got to the farm I parked at the second house. We went inside. Momma and Kay were waiting in the living room. I carried Kathy's suitcase and Kay pointed the way. I knew there were two bedrooms down that hall. Just before I asked which one I saw a sign on one of the doors, "A soft place to land..." I took the suitcase inside.

When I rejoined the ladies in the living room I said, "I think we ought to go see Dad." I drove. Momma rode up front with me. She was quiet for a lot of the drive. I made up that she was listening or talking to someone else.

When we could see the hospital she said, "Do you have the rings in your pocket?" I nodded. "It would be nice if Dad could see you marry Kathy."

She was quiet the rest of the way. She may not give orders, but I got the message.

Kay, Kelly and Kathy went around Dad's bed when we walked in. The chair closest to his left hand was empty. Momma kissed him and sat there. She held his hand and patted it with the other hand. Dad asked, "Why don't you climb up here and lie next to my old bones? I think I'd like that."

Momma smiled and asked, "Which of us are you asking?"

Dad took his time and looked at each of the women around his bed. Then he said, "I need a bigger bed. I love all of you." He paused and said, "I'd feel the best if it was you Samantha."

A tear slipped out and slid down Momma's face. She stood and Kelly hit the buttons on Dad's bed, lowering it as low as it would go. Kay and I helped Momma up on the bed and she snuggled in close to Dad. Kathy unfolded a blanket and covered them. 

Dad asked Kathy lots of questions about her life. He invited her to perch on the side of the bed and she did. Kelly and I stood beside her and held her. As he asked Kathy questions he shared with all of us about living fifty-seven years with Momma, Samantha. It was a love story about being different in a world overrun with normal. Parts of the story he aimed at Kathy. Parts he aimed at Kay. When he aimed at Kelly he reached for her hand and held it. He told each of them things about his marriage with Samantha and about facets of me, some of which I didn't know he knew. 

When he was tired he said, "I know Momma has broadcast everything I said to the rest of the tribe. I have always liked that word, tribe. Sammi, Andrea, Donna, Linda, and Danni I love you, too. I love each of you and if you're on your way here I'll still be here when you arrive. Be safe."

He sat holding Momma and closed his eyes. He slept.

I said, "What do you want for dinner? I'll get food and we'll stay here a while."

Momma said, "Anything you kids want, I'll share. Don't hurry. Dad's gonna be here a little while longer."

Kay said, "I'll go with you. There's a restaurant we like and you've never been there." She kissed Dad, then Momma and Kelly. I did, too.

At the truck Kay and I embraced and kissed again. I helped her in and she said, "Now I know why men like tall trucks."

She guided me to the restaurant. We got out and I said, "Why this restaurant?"

"Good food and family." We went inside and I saw people I knew. Kids I'd gone to school with, faces a little older but still recognizable and they smiled as Kay and I walked to the counter. The waitress handed Kay the menu and said, "I would think you had memorized our menu by now. Kay handed me the menu and I read it. Kay told the waitress about Dad being in the hospital and the outlook. I ordered and the waitress asked, "Kay, who is this man? You bring him in here like he's someone we ought to already know."

I said, "My name's Nick Peterson. Walt's my Dad. I've been gone a while."

The man stuck out his hand and said, "We're family! Glad to see you again. My Dad and yours farmed side by side while we were little! Have you moved back?"

"Sort of, yes. Our family trucking company is based here and Kay lives here. We're here right now because Dad is having some medical troubles." They wanted details and Kay and I told the truth, not the whole truth, but the truth. The food was boxed and given to us. One look at the cook and I knew he was a brother by another mother. A further look at the waitress told me the same story. We accepted their gift of affection and good wishes.

I helped Kay back inside the truck and she held the food. As I aimed us back to the hospital I said, "The food had nothing to do with why we went there."

"When Dad goes the whole town will mourn. This was the best way I could think of to warn them. The phones are spreading the news. The newspaper comes out day after tomorrow. There will be a story in it."

"Ok. Is the food any good?"

"You might as well be eating food that Momma or I cooked."

"God! Is there a McDonalds around here?" We laughed and I got slapped on the shoulder. The nearest McDonalds was in Douglas and we never ate meals there. The DQ in Orin was better and closer. Momma and Kay were better than either of the other choices. 

We got back to the hospital and Dad woke up when we carried food into his room. A nurse came in five minutes after we started eating and looked stern. I said, "Find a place to perch. I brought you some apple pie."

She protested about calories and getting fat as she found a place to sit. I handed her a fifth of a Dutch apple pie. She didn't bother us at all about eating in Dad's room or for feeding him. When the pie was gone and she got up to leave Dad said, "Oh, by the way, I think you're a little on the thin side. Another piece of pie might be good for you."

As soon as the door closed Sammi said, 'That's why so many people around Orin Wyoming look related to us. He's smooth.'

Andrea's voice was heard, 'Can one of you pick us up at nine-thirty?'




Sometimes the Good Guy Wins Ch. 06



'You found a flight into Casper at nine-thirty tonight?' I asked.

'No. We spent over an hour looking for a way to get there before day after tomorrow and then we took the refund from the motel, the refund from the driving school and we rented a plane and a pilot! He's a business guy who was headed for Denver in his Piper Apache anyway. We paid for the fuel. We'll be in Casper at nine-thirty."

Kelly said, 'I'll come get you. I think Nick's busy.'

I said, 'No. Kathy and I will go get them and then most of the tribe will be here.'

Andrea's voice said, 'Megan's with us. She told her professors what's going on and they graduated her. The paper will be mailed home.'

Donna said, 'Linda and I will be at the hospital by ten, tonight. We left Grand Island at a little after noon.'

Danni said, 'Three planes and two hours on my butt in Salt Lake City and I'll be in Casper by ten. Can you pick me up, too?'

'Yes! Good thing we have a four-door pick-up.' I said.

The whole tribe would be here, together, in the morning. We could have the wedding in the morning and Dad would be with all of us. A few seconds later I had the thought, 'for the last time.'

I looked around and Dad's were the only eyes not full of tears. Dad wasn't listening.

As time to go to the airport got closer I wondered if taking Kathy was such a good idea. Maybe it would be better for her to have as much time with the rest of the tribe and Dad as possible. We could spend one-on-one time later.

Her soft voice spoke to me, "Thank you for thinking like you do. Are you ever selfish? Being able to listen has taught me so much about people. I love everyone in the tribe. I'd love to go with you and I'd treasure the time I could spend here with Dad.'

Kay said, 'I'd like to ride with you.'

I took her hand. We kissed Dad and Momma and headed for the airport. In the truck I said, "You know you are welcome beside me any time?"

She nodded and said, "I'll still ask. It's not like I'm your one-and-only. There are lots of us."

"There will be times when you feel neglected or overlooked or like I'm not being a good husband to you, personally. Tell me about it. I will do something about it. Your feelings are important to me. Nurturing you is what my life is about. The tribe is growing. I'm new at this. It's pretty easy to pay attention to the person in the truck with me and I want you to know every day that you're important too."

"Thank you." She said.

'Thank you,' Megan said. 'I'm not going to be a trucker. I'm going to be at home with Kay and our children. I heard you and knew you were talking to both of us.'

'And to Danni, Donna and Linda, too. I love each of you. If I could spend every hour with each of you, I would.'

Danni said, 'You do. The magic allows me to touch you twenty times a day. I tune in and even if you're focused on driving in the rain or filling a fuel tank, I'm instantly linked into the love of our tribe and your personal love. I used to envy people who were married, people who had lovers because they got to be together so much. I'm closer to each member of the tribe than they ever are. I felt Megan conceive! I've felt every member of the tribe orgasm. I've snuggled in love with all of us! I bought five thousand dollars worth of stock in Johnson & Johnson!'

We laughed. I felt better about the level of connection I had with all of them. Kay sat beside me and held my arm as we drove. At the airport we watched the twin-engine Apache land and watched three women in denim grab their suitcases and head for the truck and us. We hugged and kissed and I had my butt grabbed three times. I grabbed more than just butts and gave each a lift into the truck.

We sat in the truck and we talked until ten after ten when Danni's puddle-jumper landed. She got her suitcase out of the baggage area of the plane and when she turned towards the truck I took it from her. We kissed there by the plane and then walked to the truck. She hooked my arm as we walked. I opened the back door and Danni smiled at Megan, climbed in and the conversation began.

I put her suitcase in the bed of the truck and got back in the driver's seat. I realized that the truck was quiet because they were communicating at woman telepathic speeds. Kay hooked my arm and we headed back to the hospital.

I felt a special connection form. Andrea spoke in my head. 'I'm only talking to you. When we packed up I found the box the rings came in. I knew you brought rings for Kay and Kathy with you. I brought rings for Danni, Donna and Linda. Do you want to marry them in Dad's hospital room tonight? I'll bring them in, if you do.'

I nodded, just a little and thought, 'Thank you. I love how you take care of me... of us.'

When we got to the hospital Donna and Linda were in the parking lot. Linda said, 'We knew you weren't here, so we waited.' Hugs and kisses were shared and we walked inside.

I noticed the back seat of Linda's car was almost empty. That was good. We had lots of passengers to take home.

More hugs and kisses as the tribal reunion happened in Dad's room. It wasn't a reunion. It was the first time all of us were in the same place at the same time. Momma was still on the bed beside Dad. Momma quieted everyone down and Dad spoke.

"I'm tired. Nick should take most of you back home to the farm. I'd like Samantha to stay here with me tonight. Please come back tomorrow morning, all of you. I love feeling all the love in this room."

I thought, 'New plan. The wedding is in the morning.' I saw nods as we walked.

I spoke to the night nurse and she agreed to call the farm if anything changed. I knew Momma would be faster, but the nurse wanted to be a part of whatever it was that was happening.

We loaded Linda's car and the truck with people and drove home. I didn't talk. I focused on the road and had thoughts about Dad and Momma, about the babies on their way to Wyoming, about loving each of these women and I thought about our trucks and my responsibilities.

At the farm Kay was in charge. She found places for everyone to sleep. I hauled luggage, as did Kelly, Sammi and Andrea. Donna shared a room with Danni in the first house. Kathy already had a room in the second house and Kay decided I was sleeping with Kathy in that room. Sammi and Linda shared the second bedroom in the first house. Andrea shared Kay's bedroom in the second house. Kelly and Megan shared the bed on the porch of the second house.

Kay got everyone's attention and said, "Out behind the second house is a concrete pad. It has two showerheads and plenty of hot water. There's a stack of towels, more than one bar of soap, some shampoo and conditioner and a basket to put your clothes in. Tomorrow afternoon I'll do laundry. Remember, this is your home. You are not a guest."

She led the way and we all followed. Sammi asked me, 'Was this shower here before?'

Kay answered, 'No. Dad and I talked and had it built.'

We stepped out back and saw it. The concrete was about eight foot square. The two showerheads were at the two corners of the concrete closest to the house, aimed towards the center of the pad. I noticed that the run off diverted to the garden. At the side opposite the house stood a six-foot tall fence. On both sides of the fence were benches. On the backside of the fence, away from the water, were hooks and a shelf. We went to the backside of the fence and took everything off, but we didn't use the hooks. A big basket was waiting and we filled it with our clothes.

The water came on and we joyfully danced together under the artificial rain. Our dance got us wet, got us clean, got us connected and I again thought about Michael Valentine Smith and becoming "Water Brothers." Some tribes have rituals to do with their crops, rituals for many things. We connected joyfully in water. I imagined Robert Heinlein knew something about the magic in our family when he wrote "Stranger in a Strange Land." 

I spent time under the rain with each of my wives. The energy with each was loving, warm and sensual. When I put my arms around Kathy I knew it was time to get out of the rain. Her need, her want, her energy was all about a different joining. Sammi came to us and kissed Kathy, then me. Each of those wearing rings followed Sammi's lead. Then Danni, Donna and Linda kissed us goodnight.

We dried off and walked to our bedroom. Her suitcase was no longer on the bed where I put it. The covers were opened and I smelled sage. One candle lit the room.

"I know about the rings. They're in your pocket." Kathy said.

"And?"

"And I want to have them on. I want to be like Sammi, Kelly, Andrea and Megan. Your wife! I've loved you for so long."

I helped her lie down on the bed and I began kissing her. "Standing in front of the oldest member of our tribe tomorrow, you will get your rings. I want Dad to be there. I am who he taught me to be. He will watch rings go to Donna, Linda, Danni and you. I will ask for his and Momma's blessings."

We caressed and kissed a few more times and Kathy asked, 'How big will the tribe get?'

'I think, in this generation, we're probably done. Andrea bought nine sets of rings. We will add another generation early next year. What they do, I won't hazard a guess. I think that depends on magic.'

'Put your magic in me, please.'

I heard Sammi ask Kathy, 'May we link?'

"Yes!" Kathy replied.

I had a passing thought about being on a cruise ship with all of us joined and radiating love. I refocused on Kathy and let my mind go. I stopped thinking about what to do, how to love her, how to love any of them and I just loved them. Later, I remembered eating pussy and tasting that sweet flow from them, remembered being inside Kathy man above, her above, in Pushing the Wheelbarrow and reverse cowgirl. In the moment, I was simply loving them.

When I was spent, finished, drained, dry, at the edge of dehydration and no longer capable of putting two words together, I collapsed. I'm sure I slept. I'm sure I slept because I remember waking up.

It was morning, sunshine lit up the bedroom and I was belly down in the middle of the bed. Kathy was to my right and someone else to my left. Kathy was asleep. I wondered if it was possible to turn over without waking either of them.

'No.' Kay said. 'I'm awake.'

'Then prepare yourself. I'm turning.' I thought.

She moved a little, making my turn easier. I slowly turned towards her and finished the turn on my side, facing Kay. I noticed hickies on her breasts. She slowly, gently wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed. As the kiss began she said, 'You gave me those hickies!'

'Are you asking for an apology?'

The kiss became more important than the answer. Another kiss became more important than the first. And, so on. Sometime later Kay said, 'No. No apology needed or wanted. Until you gave us these hickies I didn't know it could be done.'

'Wait! I gave you those when you were in bed with Andrea?'

She nodded her head. 'Andrea got a matching set. The rest of the tribe are still asleep, so I don't know about them.'

'That probably means Kathy also has a nice set.'

Kay smiled and said, 'From what I saw in the shower last night, Kathy has a nice everything.'

I smiled and Kathy said, 'It's nice to wake up to a compliment. Thanks.'

Kay asked, 'Did you hear anything else?'

Kathy turned, lifted her head and looked over me at Kay. 'Oh, nice hickies! Somebody loves you!'

Kay smiled and said, 'Andrea has a matching set. I didn't give them to her. She didn't give me these.' I did not need to be able to see Kathy to know she looked down at her own chest. Out loud she said, "Nick! I've got hickies!" She jumped out of bed and stood in front of the mirror. Kay and I turned and looked too.

Kay got out of bed and stood beside Kathy. Matching hickies. The bedroom door opened and Andrea, Sammi and Kelly trooped in, nude and each had two hickies on her chest. I was the only one in the room without hickies. 

Kathy turned to face me and said, "You've never given me hickies before." She reached down and touched her own pussy and said, "You never bruised my pussy before either."

"I'll apologize for any pain I caused, but honestly I think last night was probably the best sex of my life! Thanks to all of you."

Danni walked into the bedroom wearing a light robe. Even with it belted the hickies still showed. She smiled and said, "Look girls! I got laid last night and he was an animal!" She opened the robe and showed her hickies. We all laughed. We opened all the windows in both houses, started a load of sheets washing and met in the shower.

I scrubbed all of them being sure to kiss each and every hickie. They shampooed each other and Sammi shampooed me. Momma checked in and said we needed a quick breakfast and then needed to get to the hospital. Sammi said, "Yes, Momma." Out loud. We shut off the shower and got dressed.

As they dressed there was conversation about hiding hickies or flaunting hickies. It was decided hiding was best. As we got into the vehicles I didn't see a single hickie. We loaded a car and a truck and headed for the hospital. 

Kathie said, 'He's proud! He has no idea how he did what he did, but damn, he's proud!'

I smiled. I said, 'I wonder if I can get into the Guinness Book for having given nine women identical hickies in one night?'

Momma's voice asked, 'What makes you so sure it was only nine?'

'Momma?' I asked. All she did was laugh. For a couple of minutes it was quiet in the truck. Finally Sammi said, 'We're dangerous! Everything I'm hearing says just about every woman for miles around not only got hickies, but had screaming orgasms last night!'

At first I felt like apologizing. After all, I gave the hickies to Kathy. Then I realized, only the women of the tribe have the magic. I suddenly felt better.

Kathy looked at me and asked, "Think Guinness would even believe you if you called them?"

"I don't need to be in the book. We know the truth. We did this, together. I didn't give everyone hickies. We did this, as a tribe."

"Oh." Kathy said.

Kelly said, "I've never given a hickie to anyone before."

Andrea opened her blouse and looked at the one on her right breast and said, "You did good, Honey. I kind of like it."

Kelly smiled and said, "If you treat me nicely, maybe you can have another one." They laughed as I parked the truck. We walked across the parking lot and Sammi said, 'Every woman we see has hickies just like ours. Difference is we know where they came from.'

Three women came out of the hospital, looked out, saw us and Sammi reported, 'They're wondering if we have them, too.'

Andrea stopped them and said, "I have to ask. Did something strange happen to you last night?"

The woman who answered was short, overweight, about sixty and had huge breasts. She said, "Something strange? Like waking up alone in my bed having the best orgasm of my life and finding hickies on my tits this morning?"

Andrea opened her blouse and asked, "Hickies like these?" All three women nodded.

A younger one of the three said, "I was screaming when I woke up. Screaming a man's name. Nick! I don't know anyone named Nick."

Sammi asked, "Want to know him?" 

All three women looked at me and I said, "Hi. I'm Nick."

"How?" She asked.

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I have no idea. It must be magic or an experiment by the government!"

The older, round woman asked, "Will it happen again?" Then she blushed.

Kathy said, "It could happen tonight. I know I'm volunteering to go to bed with him tonight." She lifted her t-shirt and showed her hickies.

I said, "I'd like to do an experiment, if I may. Kathy, with your permission I'd like to kiss you and have these ladies close their eyes and see if they feel anything. Ok?"

Sammi, Kelly and Megan said, 'They'll flood!'

Kathy said, "Sure. I like kisses." I took her in my arms and focused on kissing her. Seconds after our lips touched and her mouth accepted my tongue I felt Kathy cum. She shook, her knees went weak and I felt the spasms in her lower belly. I broke the kiss.

I opened my eyes and all three women were blushing. They were holding each other up. All three looked at us and Kathy said, "Another panty liner shot!"

That broke the tension and we all went back inside the hospital. I said, "I don't understand any of this."

Our three new friends headed for the ladies room and Kathy went with them. Sammi, Andrea, Megan and the rest of the tribe laughed and said they'd wait until we got to Dad's room. Three nurses greeted us as we came out of the elevator. The one in charge asked, "Are you the one's responsible for what happened here last night?"

I smiled and said, "Since I wasn't here last night I willingly accept responsibility for whatever happened... if it was good!"

The nurse looked at the other two nurses and said, "Oh, it was good! It was incredible! But how?"

Sammi said, "We have no idea. If what happened here was what happened where we were, we're standing here and all of us have matching hickies. That's just impossible."

The nurse said, "There are eleven women patients on this floor. All eleven have hickies!"

Everyone in the tribe heard Momma, 'Come to Dad's room, please.'

I said, "We really need to be with my Dad. We can't explain what happened either. Sorry." We walked to Dad's room and went inside.

Dad got lots of kisses and touches and Momma got her share. When things settled down Momma began to speak to us, just us. 'Seems I'm a little late. You all are in danger. I need to talk to all of you and to warn you. I can explain what happened. The magic you use is a gift we gave you. Well, we gave it to Nick and LeeAnn. They gave it to you and I didn't know how strong it was until last night.'

'It's genetic?' Sammi asked.

'Nope. It's energetic and my parents had it. So did Walt's. The men get just what Walt and Nick have. The women get what each of you has, to varying degrees. When you encounter people with the right energy you resonate with them and whatever the mechanism is gets activated. From that moment on they can be part of this kind of communication. The nurses in the hallway and the patients all over the hospital can't listen in. You were born with the... whatever it is, inside you. Being with Sammi and Nick turned it on.'

I asked, 'How are we in danger?'

'What people don't understand, they fear. Last night hundreds of married women had the best orgasms of their lives and woke up this morning with hickies. If they believe you did this, there will be angry husbands and fathers all over the county. There could be relationships ending and women looking for the tribe. Some people will be angry because anger is easier to live with than fear. You cannot do what happened last night again. Combining the energy of the ten of you was too powerful! Too dangerous.'

'A hundred years ago we would have been called witches.' Sammi said.

'And burned at the stake.' Andrea said. We looked at each other and let that threat sink in.

'There are still people who believe in witches.' I said.

'What happened last night adds fuel to their belief. You must hide your powers. You can live long, happy, exciting lives if you hide. Or...'

Dad said, "On a happier note, we are gathered here today for a wedding. My wife has kept me up to date with what's been happening and I've given this considerable thought. If you will agree, I would like the privilege of putting the engagement rings on each of you. I agree with Nick that you must put the wedding band on your own hand. As we do these things I think some of you need to isolate us from the rest of the world. I agree with Samantha, together this tribe is incredibly powerful." We all nodded.

Andrea put the case with all the rings in it on the bed next to Dad. I put small boxes with Kathy and Kay's rings next to the bigger box. He opened the cases and touched a set of rings. He looked up at me and asked, "Does it matter to you who is first?" 




Sometimes the Good Guy Wins Ch. 06



I said, "Sammi was first. First today? In my heart and soul I am already married to each of them. Ladies, which of you wants to be first?"

Danni said, "You have your fingers on my rings. I would like to be first." How she knew those rings were hers, I don't know.

Dad lifted the engagement ring from the box and Danni held her hand out to receive it. I stood behind her and reached around her to hold her left wrist with my right hand and to hold Dad's hand with my left hand. We slipped the ring on her finger and Dad said, "Danni, this ring is a symbol of your willingness to make a commitment to each of us for the future. If you wear this ring you are committed to all our lives being filled with love, nurturing each of us and essential to your own happiness. Are you willing to wear this ring?"

"I am." Danni said. The ring fit and we withdrew our hands. Dad lifted the box and I said, "This ring is different. The ring you have on is a promise for the future and links you to the entire tribe. Every day and night you wear this ring you make the commitments, not for the future, but for today and tonight. This is a right-now statement." I put my left hand near the wedding band still in the box. "I am my commitment, today, tonight and forever. I don't wear two rings. In my mind and heart I have no future without each of you in my today. From the moment you put on this ring we are family. I won't put it on you. That would be me forcing this commitment on you. It needs to be you saying it to us, to me."

Danni wasn't present when Megan got her rings. She reached into the box and picked up the ring and slid it onto her finger to rest beside the engagement ring. She looked at everyone in the room and said, "I love each of you. I commit to living my life as a member of this family, this tribe, and doing everything I can to have life be incredible for all of us." 

She kissed Dad, then me and then everyone else in the room. Donna was standing in the spot Danni had left next to Dad and his bed. She was next.

When Donna moved to kiss each of us Linda took her place next to Dad. When she moved Kathy took her place. She looked into a smaller box and there was only one set of rings left. She was crying. It was a good thing I held her wrist otherwise her hand was shaking too hard for Dad to get the ring on her finger. We got it on. We repeated the words and Kathy married all of us.

She kissed Dad then me and then everyone in the room. She came back to stand next to me and next to the bed and Dad.

Dad said, "There were two big reasons I wanted all of you here today. They are of equal importance and I hope equal joy. The weddings were first. The second is me telling all of you good-bye. I'm dying."

Momma sobbed and held his hand.

"When Samantha talked to you about the magic she left out two details you need to be aware of. The magic only works when both male and female loving energy source it. Samantha and I are the oldest holders of the energy. When I go I will leave my energy to Nick. He will be linked to Samantha as the source of the magic. When Samantha dies she will give it to one of you. My passing is not sad. Like all of nature this is new, matures, ages and new life begins. Today marks the beginning of a new Spring. Sam and I have had fifty-seven years together. I have loved enough that the doctor says I wore out my heart. With the love and care of all of you Nick may last even longer than me. You must protect each other. You must love each other and you must teach each other. I love each of you."

His hand reached for mine and held it tightly. Momma held his other hand. His eyes closed and I felt a surge of energy from him into me. I have no idea how long it lasted. I was aware that Dad was transferring his energy into me. With that energy came his memories, his wisdom, his knowledge and his love.

When I opened my eyes I was sitting in a chair. Dad's hand was still in mine but Dad was no longer in the room. Momma was across the bed from me and the rest of the family, our tribe, was all around us. I looked up at Momma and asked, 'You knew what I would get, didn't you?' She nodded. I let go of Dad's hand and took Momma's hand in mine.

I turned to Sammi and asked, "Do you believe in magic?"

She nodded and softly said, "You know I do."

"Hold out your left hand, please." She did. On her third finger were the rings Andrea bought and we put on her finger. I lifted Momma's hand beside Sammi's. The rings on Momma's hand were identical to those on Sammi's and every other set in the room.

"Magic." I said. Each of us internally did what we felt was appropriate and right to say good-bye to dad's body. I went out to the nurse's station and told them dad was gone. The nurse I told looked at the monitor and saw the flat line. She and her coworkers went into action. We gave them room. The alarm had not sounded. On our walk out of the hospital Momma told me the arrangements had been made and paid for. 

We took Momma home and once we were there Kay, Momma, Donna, Linda and I stayed. Sammi and the others drove to Casper and went shopping for something to wear to the funeral. Sammi and Kelly said they would bring me appropriate clothes. As they drove to Casper they stopped at the restaurant where Kay and I had been earlier. They told the waitress that Dad was gone. Sammi knew she would tell everyone that needed to know.

[Thank you for reading this far into the story. I encourage your comments... if they can assist me in improving as an author. The personal attacks on me as a man, a wimp, etc. that have on occasion shown up in response to my stories pale in comparison to the personal opinions of ex-wives and girl-friends from my past. I may delete personal attacks just so others don't need to read them.]



Sometimes the Good Guy Wins Ch. 07



I turned to Sammi and asked, "Do you believe in magic?"

She nodded and softly said, "You know I do."

"Hold out your left hand, please." She did. On her third finger were the rings Andrea bought and we put on her finger. I lifted Momma's hand beside Sammi's. The rings on Momma's hand were identical to those on Sammi's and every other set in the room.

"Magic." I said. Each of us internally did what we felt was appropriate and right to say good-bye to dad's body. I went out to the nurse's station and told them dad was gone. The nurse I told looked at the monitor and saw the flat line. She and her coworkers went into action. We gave them room. The alarm had not sounded. On our walk out of the hospital Momma told me the arrangements had been made and paid for. 

We took Momma home and once we were there Kay, Momma, Donna, Linda and I stayed. Sammi and the others drove to Casper and went shopping for something to wear to the funeral. Sammi and Kelly said they would bring me appropriate clothes. As they drove to Casper they stopped at the restaurant where Kay and I had been earlier. They told the waitress that Dad was gone. Sammi knew she would tell everyone that needed to know.

When we had been home about half an hour I found Momma sitting on the porch in her rocker. Dad's rocker was two feet away. I sat on the porch railing. She looked up and said, "When my mother died I was holding her hand. I felt a surge of energy and when it was over I had all her memories. I knew things I had never been taught. Isn't that what happened to you?"

"Yes, it is. In some ways, I know you better now than I ever have. I'm a little embarrassed that I remember intimate things that a son probably has no business knowing."

"I'm not your Momma any more. You aren't my son anymore. You knew that my rings changed. No one told you, you just knew. Now think about why the magic would have my rings match those of your other wives."

"You're my wife. Dad gave me everything, including you."

"If he didn't, all the magic would have faded away and we'd start being normal."

We sat quietly for a few minutes and then I moved into the vacant rocker. Kay came out with iced tea and a couple sandwiches. She sat on the railing and said, "When I first saw you sitting there I thought, that's Dad's rocker. It isn't. It's yours."

We sat in quiet for a while. I thought about how I had relied on Dad as the foundation for my life, for being my go-to guy for advice, wisdom and clarity. I thought about the people who now were looking to me. Women who had married me, committed their lives to my care, who trusted me to be the husband they needed and wanted, had started babies trusting that I would and could be counted on to protect, love and teach them.

I scooted my rocker a little closer to Momma's and reached for her hand. I heard her soft voice, 'Sam. Not Momma. I'm Momma to everyone else in the family, not to you.'

"I love you, Sam."

"I've known that from before you were born." The phone rang and Kay ran to answer it. A minute later she was back with the phone in her hand. She held it out to me with tears running down her face and said, "He wants to speak to the head of the family."

I took the phone and said, "This is Nick Peterson."

He was a voice from the coroner's office. He was at the hospital and wanted to know if we were willing to have any of Dad's organs donated. Sam spoke in my mind, 'He would be proud to be useful.'

"Yes! Use whatever you can." We were done. I gave the phone back to Kay and kissed her. She kept it with her. I said, "You could have answered his questions."

"I felt you. Part of you still wants to be the Nick of a couple days ago. If we're a tribe you just became Chief."

Sammi's voice came to us from Casper, 'Nick, do you want us to wear black?'

I answered, 'Nothing about Dad's life was black or even dark. You should wear things that have you feel joyful and sexy! Dad would like that. Dress as if he would be there, watching, being with us.'

'Thanks, Chief.' She was gone. Chief. 

I looked out and saw a pick-up coming toward the farm. I said, "Kay, Honey, we're about to have visitors. Maybe we can offer them something cool to drink?"

"Gotcha." She said and went inside. I went inside and brought two chairs out onto the porch. A man and his wife got out of the truck and came onto the porch. Sam said, 'That's the minister from town. He's here to talk funeral. He's scared of witches.'

I invited the minister and his wife to have a seat and Kay brought out more iced tea. The minister asked about the service. He told us he already knew that most of the county would attend. Momma said she wanted someone to play the guitar and sing, "Turn, Turn, Turn." The minister's wife smiled and said, "From the Bible verse."

I said, "I'd also like someone to sing a John Denver song, "Poems, Prayers and Promises."

Any talk in the ceremony needs to be about the joy of his life and not about an afterlife. My Dad had a belief that ran his life, maybe you can speak about that. He taught me that our job, his and mine, in life was to protect, love and teach. At first I thought he wanted me to do that with my sister, LeeAnn. Later I learned he meant protect those who need protection, Love all who will open their hearts and teach whenever possible."

The minister said, "I think you just gave me a years' worth of Sunday sermons."

"For the funeral, let's keep in to under an hour. And, remind folks that this is a celebration of a wonderful life, please, no black." Momma said. Kay and I nodded.

They finished their iced teas and the minister's wife noticed Kay's rings. She said, "I didn't know you were married, Kay!"

"Yes, I am. My husband is a trucker." Kay showed her rings to the minister's wife.

"Where is he now?" The minister asked. 

"He's parked in Florida looking for a load." Kay said.

"Well, I pray he'll find one soon." The minister said. With very little conversation more they got up and left us. The funeral was set for noon on Friday.

'Next time I'm in town she's going to ask where we got married. She already knows her husband didn't do it.'

'You were married in a tribal ceremony, uniting you with your husband and his tribe. More than that is private, tribal business. That's what we all say, when asked.' I said. 'We don't mention the date, either.'

Kathy's voice asked, 'Am I changing my name?'

'Up to you. You are a part of all of us. Many professional women have their professional personas and don't change their names when they get married. Whether you are Prentis or Peterson, we all love you.'

Danni said, 'I can't change my name. Then being married to you would be a conflict of interest that could have me lose my job and you lose whatever runs I could give you. The tribal stuff I can do, but I can't be linked to Peterson Family Trucking legally.'

'If someone asks you about the rings you can say you've been in a committed relationship for a long time and decided to wear rings as a sign that you love and are loved. We'll find a way to have you included in the business, without voice in the business, so you are protected in every way all of us are and yet are legally far enough separate that it isn't a conflict. Kay, in the next few days get our legal eagle on that, would you?'

"Yes, Chief.'

I extended my hand to Sam and she stood. Kay didn't move. I took Sam around behind the second house and to the bench. She thought, 'I knew you'd remember.'

We used the hooks and undressed. At the controls she turned on the water and made it nice and hot. I stepped under the spray and said, "Drink deep. We are joined in water. Water is the source of life. Water is life and we are joined forever." 

Sam stepped under the spray and opened her mouth. We drank deep and let the water cover us. We kissed and the feel of her was familiar. The part of me that was Dad's memories remembered her sweetness and her taste.

We went inside the house and into the bedroom I shared with Kathy the night before. We joined. It was at once a new experience and the culmination of fifty-seven years of loving. When we had joined and cum together I thought, "Kay, please join us.'

Kay left her clothes on the porch and joined us in the bedroom. 'I love you.' Was repeated often as we touched and kissed for a time.

We redressed and walked quietly to the porch. We sat in the rockers for an hour. Sam in her rocker, I in mine and Kay in my lap. I held Sam's hand and Kay's. After about half of the hour I felt a need to move. I stayed beside Sam and Kay for another half hour.

I got out of the rocker and stood for a few moments at the railing. I heard Sammi's voice, 'Go. A walk will do you good. If you want us, we're all here.' 

I stepped off the porch and walked towards the North Platte River. When I saw it I thought about all the times when we were kids that LeeAnn and I and our friends swam and played in those waters. Like I did way back then, I found a rock and threw it in. I wondered how many men had thrown rocks into that river. From what I remembered from school the North Platte was about seven hundred miles long. It had supplied water for millions of animals, millions of plants and thousands of people and crops for many, many hundreds of years.

I walked along the banks and saw some of the birds and critters that depended on the river. What did I ever do to prepare me for being chief of a tribe I didn't even know I was in? I tossed another rock in the water and walked on.

On the other side of the river I saw three kids, playing. I watched. Then I heard a triangle clang in the distance and all three headed home. I wondered what was for dinner at their house. I wondered if their Dad taught them protect, love and teach.

I turned back and headed home. Home. I hadn't lived there in over twenty years and it was my home. It was now home for all of us. A place where, no matter what, each of us belonged. And, it was my job to protect that home so that it was always there for all of us and for the two new lives trusting us to make it so.

'Sam, what happened that Megan and I could start a baby and not worry about all the things that go wrong when close relatives procreate?'

'I cannot explain how the magic works, but I know the baby growing in Megan has no problems. No physical problems, no mental problems and lots of magic. No worries.'

'Magic?' I asked.

'Magic, luck, a gift from the Universe or God. I have no idea which and, to be honest, it really doesn't matter.'

I saw a Mack about half a mile away on the highway and heard the throaty rumble of his engine. He was headed west. 'We need to get back to work! By the weekend we need to be back at work. All of us. I'll feel I'm where I belong when I'm back in the truck.'

I saw our two houses in the distance. My heart ached with the love energy coming to me from there. I understood the poetic phrase, "My cup runneth over." It's a feeling of having your life so full of love energy you cannot possibly hold it inside. 'Kay and Megan need to go with us in the trucks. Living in a truck is a big part of Peterson Family Trucking. It's much more than reading a map or scheduling freight. Sam needs to go with us, too.'

I went into second house and washed my hands and face at the kitchen sink. Arms surrounded me and held me from behind. I closed my eyes and knew the hands and arms belonged to Sam.

'I listened.' She said.

"You know everything."

'You think a lot like Walt used to.'

I turned and held her close. 'How are you doing? I think you must be sad, missing him.'

'Not as much as I thought I would. He's still here. I have my arms around him, as you. When he transferred his energy to you he left some with me as well and what he gave you I can feel. I don't think I'll cry until you and I go to bed tonight. Then I'll cry, in gratitude, not sorrow. Walt wore out his heart loving me, you, LeeAnn, Sammi and most of the people in this part of Wyoming. When he let go of life I knew it was right... and he didn't leave me alone. He left me you and you brought me a tribe to love.'

I kissed her. Walt had kissed her thousands of times and his memories of those kisses flooded me and we kissed another brand new kiss on top of all those years of memories.

When it ended Sam said, "It was just us here. Kay didn't feel it."

"Want to go on the road?"

"Yes! I want to experience being a trucker's woman."

"When I walked, were you the only one listening?"

"No. All of us were listening. We have our lives invested in your thoughts and actions."

"Ok, then. Are they headed home or still shopping?"

"They are headed home. Three other cars are headed here, too. Oh. They are bringing food. It's part of how the community shows they care. We eat potluck until after the funeral, and good potluck. The families that will bring us food will bring the best they make."

"Do we have them stay and eat with us?"

"Some families do and some families are so deep into grief they couldn't tell you who brought what. We can have them stay. We just cannot talk about magic."

"Ok. Let's go to the first house and wait for everyone." We walked hand in hand. Kay was sitting on the railing. I asked, "Who made the rockers?"

Kay answered, "My Dad made them years ago."

"Think he could make us a few more?"

"How many would you like?" She smiled.

"Think the porch would hold ten?" Sam asked.

"Maybe some here and some..." I pointed at the second house. All three of us smiled. 

Kay dialed and talked to her Dad. He accepted the commission and they agreed on a price. As they talked I had a thought, 'Maybe on the top rail he could carve Peterson Family Trucking.' When the call ended she shared with me that he was bringing over some sketches of the top rail carving to see which one I wanted.

Two days later the funeral was held. All of us dressed in colorful clothes. Sam spoke to Mr. Reese at the paper and he printed the notice of Dad's passing and included the request that people dress in colorful clothes if they came to the funeral. When he printed her request he edited it. It read, "Walt's widow requests that all of us who knew him do not wear dark colors or black on the day of his funeral. Please wear colorful, bright, happy colored clothes!"

I wore new Lee jeans, new boots, a teal and white Wrangler shirt and a white Stetson. Sam wore Dad's favorite sundress, a sunflower print. Each of the women of the tribe also wore a sundress, of various colors and prints. The service lasted less than an hour, by three minutes. Dad and Sam had been together fifty-seven years. The service lasted fifty-seven minutes. Afterwards the community gathered at the church and had food. Sammi was Sammi and not LeeAnn. Those who asked were told that LeeAnn had passed away the year before.

The day after the funeral the tribe loaded up and went to their various destinations. Donna and Linda headed back to Nebraska. Kathy used the puddle-jumper to get to Denver and then connected to Virginia on a 737. She connected with us as she flew and told us three people had noticed her rings. Danni, Sammi, Megan, Andrea, Kelly and I took the puddle-jumper with Kathy to Denver then Danni took another flight back to L.A. and Megan, Sammi, Kelly and Andrea flew with me back to Orlando. Sam and Kay stayed home. They knew they would be on the next runs.

Back in Orlando we did some servicing of the trucks. I visited college with Megan to clean out her room and met six of her friends. Two of her friends thought I was too old for her and two thought I was probably good in bed. When Megan listens, there are no secrets. We reloaded the trucks with supplies and waited for a call from Danni giving us work. On Sunday at lunchtime Sammi said, "We have work!"

Thirty seconds of quiet and she told me, "Disney wants us for a run between L.A. and Orlando and back, twice a month for the next ten months. We pick up two loads on Monday in Orlando."

We involved Megan in every aspect of the trip that we could. The shopping, packing, meal planning, route planning, fuel stop planning all happened with Megan involved. On Sunday afternoon Sammi handed Megan a book. She said, "I bought this book from Donna in Grand Island. Truckers need to know about weather." She read about half the book before dark. After dark I had her look at weather on our laptop and ask questions.

We slept in the trucks. Megan, Kelly, and Sammi slept in the pink. I slept in the white with Andrea. At seven Monday morning Megan followed Andrea and Sammi as they did the safety checks. By seven-thirty we were on the road to Disney, less than an hour away. Andrea and Sammi were driving. They both did great. Megan rode with Sammi.

We were met on the dock by the head of Animatronics. He gave us the contract for the ten loads. Both the devices we brought across country on our first Disney run arrived in plug-it-in-and-it-works condition. 

At ten minutes to ten the doors were locked and banded. We were on the road. Megan held a notebook and did calculations. We didn't as much tell her what we were doing as have her figure out how to do the trip. By the time we turned onto I-10 west she had figured we could make New Orleans before we needed to change drivers. I made lunch for us and fed Sammi as she drove. Megan fed herself. After we ate I crawled in the sleeper and slept. I only slept four hours. Just outside New Orleans Sammi pulled off and I traded seats with her. She and Megan talked for a while and then Sammi went to bed. I had Megan check in with our pink truck. Andrea was tired after her first ten hours behind the wheel. She had immediately eaten something and crashed. Kelly was proud of Andrea and doing fine. Megan sat with me for almost an hour and then joined Sammi in bed. 

I pointed us towards San Antonio, Texas and Peterson Family Trucking hummed down the road in the dark. When we were close to San Antonio Kelly knew where she wanted us to park, so she took the lead and got us there.

We backed up to the fence next to each other at the Pilot Truck Stop. I did my log and we had gone 1180 miles in 19 hours. It was five in the morning Tuesday. The weather report said San Antonio would be clear and 73 degrees with a ten-mile an hour wind from the northwest. I cracked windows, opened vents, closed drapes and pulled off my clothes. Sammi had gone to bed at two in the morning. The alarm was set for nine.

There is a small fan in the sleeper. It's quiet and barely moves the air, but it does move the air. I turned it on and put myself in bed. Megan didn't wake all the way, just enough to wiggle herself comfortable against me.

I thought, 'Kelly, I love you. Sleep well.'

'I love you, too.'

'Sam, Kay, Kathy I love you, too.'

All three responded that they knew I loved them and they loved me.

At nine in the morning the alarm went off. Sammi crawled over Megan and stopped on top of me. She kissed me awake and said, 'I love being a trucker's wife. Thank you.'

I thought, 'I love living in the Magic Kingdom, too.' 

Megan moved over into the space where Sammi had been and I had a bit more room. Sammi and Andrea did the safety checks and started the trucks. They rolled forward and fueled up. $1550 for one day's trucking for two trucks. At a quarter after ten the two trucks were back on I-10 west.

When I had slept for seven hours it was noon. Megan left the shotgun seat and came back to bed with me. I was awakened by sexual manipulation by both hands and mouth. We laughed and joined as Sammi drove us towards Arizona. There are few people as sexually free as a twenty-one year old pregnant woman in love with the man she's loving.

When we had both cum we snuggled for another fifty miles or so and then got up. I asked Sammi where we were and she told me. Kelly picked up my thinking and said, 'That sounds like fun. The second exit is the one you want. Get off and go north about three miles, then pull over.'




Sometimes the Good Guy Wins Ch. 07



Sammi asked, 'What sounds like fun?'

'What Nick just thought of.' Kelly answered.

'I was watching a slow car ahead of me and wasn't listening.' Sammi said.

'It'll be a surprise!'

Sammi followed Kelly's directions and got off I-10. Three miles later we were in an isolated valley on a two-lane country road. There wasn't a building in sight in any direction. The highway planners had been kind. They put a turn-out right where we wanted it.

I climbed out of the truck, still naked, and asked Sammi and Megan to join me. I opened a small door on the side of the sleeper and withdrew a hose with a showerhead on the end. Inside that same locker I found a plastic box with a bar of soap in it and a bottle of shampoo. 

I saw Andrea stop their truck behind us and the door open for them to get out and join us. Megan brought towels out and Sammi said, "I didn't know there was a shower out here!"

"Sometimes you need to repair the truck and it makes sense to clean up out here rather than take dirt, grease and grime into the sleeper."

Kelly said, "And sometimes a shower outside in the sunshine just really feels good!"

We showered. We got clean, got to laugh and touch each other and reaffirm our connections. It was over ninety degrees in that isolated valley and rather than use the towels we air-dried. Our sunshine shower break lasted about half an hour, total. Back inside the trucks only the drivers dressed. Megan made lunch for us and we motored on west. Deming, New Mexico at sixty miles an hour would have been right at Sammi's eleven-hour limit. Because of road conditions and low traffic volume we got there in ten hours, twenty minutes.

We traded drivers in a Wal-Mart parking lot at about ten at night. Megan ran to a Subway and brought back sandwiches and chips, and then she went to ride in pink. Sammi went with her and Andrea came to sleep in the white with me driving. Kelly led for the next leg. We got back on I-10 and I enjoyed a good sandwich and the bag of chips as we moved west. Near midnight Andrea needed to pee. I heard her get up and heard her flush when she was done. I figured she'd go back to bed. She knelt beside my seat and rested her head on my thigh.

I heard her, 'I was dreaming about Ben. I honestly believed he was about as good a man as I could get. I stayed because I didn't even believe there were men like you. I thought all husbands mistreated their wives sometimes.'

I took a hand off the wheel and put it on her neck, right where her neck became her shoulder.

She continued, 'When you saved me I didn't know what to think. When Kelly and Sammi took me in and hid me I was so confused. I've been off balance for most of the time since you saved me, but since we went home and I got to spend time with Momma and Dad... I'm not confused anymore.'

'Tell me what changed, please.' I asked.

'When Momma talked with Kathy, I listened. Momma was talking to me, too. She talked about thinking in terms of normal. Ben was normal, at least more normal than this tribe. I was confused because Kathy and I were both attempting to get what was in front of us to fit into the old normal. It won't fit! I was having daily conversations about you not really loving me because you were fucking Sammi and Kelly. Then I discovered Donna, Linda and Danni! Momma helped me a lot. I like our normal. I like knowing that you love me, that all my sisters love me and all of you are dedicated to my having a great life.'

"How great a life is it, sitting on the floor of a Freightliner going seventy headed for California?" I asked.

"I don't care if it's a Freightliner, a Mack, a Peterbuilt or a VW bus! I don't care what direction we're going. I'm happy. For the first real time in my life I feel like I'm carrying my weight. I put Peterson Family Trucking many miles down the road since we started this run. I am of value to my tribe, my family, the people I love. Before, I rode with you and Kelly doing all the driving. I felt a lot like dead weight. That feeling's gone."

"I'm glad you told me." I paused and said, "Partner. Now, you need some more sleep."

"Now we're trucking!" I got a kiss on the cheek and a squeeze on my jeans. She hummed "On the Road Again" as she went into the sleeper. I heard the noises as she prepared for sleep and then it was quiet. As quiet as the inside of a truck going seventy gets.

Kelly held us at seventy all the way across Arizona. After we were in California I watched the other traffic and we stayed with them. Not faster and not slower. I could see four trucks ahead of me and six behind. About once every mile I checked my mirrors. As dawn arrived I adjusted the mirrors so the reflection of the rising sun wouldn't blind me. 

I heard, 'Good Morning, Husband and sisters,' in my head. I was about to answer when the voice identified itself, 'This is Danni. You coming straight in?'

I heard Kelly say, 'Unless there's a major mess on the 10 freeway, that's the plan.'

'Don't bring your load into L.A.. Take it to Disneyland. When you get close ask me and I'll guide you to right where they want the loads. Otherwise, you have to come here and back track sixty miles.'

I thought, 'Danni, do we have another run somewhere?'

'When the dock apes at Disney unload you they will reload you and day after tomorrow you go back!'

'Where do we layover?' Kelly asked.

'You have two rooms reserved at the Disneyland Hotel. They will hold your trucks in their locked yard and you can take the monorail to the hotel. Meals are part of your deal, anywhere on Disney property.'

'Danni, are you coming to visit?'

'Is that a request?' She asked.

'Yes!' Kelly and I answered. 

Danni laughed and said, 'Third liner today and I haven't been at work an hour yet!'

'Oh, can I have a taste?' I asked.

'I can be there at about five!'

'We'll be waiting.'

Five miles farther on Kelly asked, 'How far back are you?'

'I'm in the second white Freightliner behind you.'

'We need new paint on you. White's too popular.'

'We need paint on the back doors as well. Shiny stainless steel is as common as white trucks.'

Danni jumped in. 'Let me have an hour on the phone and I think I can get you free paint for both trucks.'

'Ok. We'll keep pushing west and thinking good thoughts. Like, how are your hickies?' I asked.

'I'll be back in an hour!'

'Did she mean our trucks or trucks and trailers?' Kelly asked.

'You willing to quit driving pink?' I asked.

'Depends on what color replaces pink.'

A Ferrari blew by me going at least a hundred. I told Kelly it was coming. She said, 'He won't get far. There's a spotter plane just south of us. Be ready for some police action up ahead.'

Two minutes later she said, 'Oh, he's in it deep now. He blew by three California Highway Patrol cars and they are chasing him. One of the CHP are starting a slow down for all of us following. Drop down to sixty.'

I knew she was listening to the CHP chatter, but not on the radio. She was listening to them thinking.'

The chase lasted fourteen minutes. The Ferrari ran over a spike strip and blew out the tires on the passenger side. It spun once, flipped twice and stopped against the side railing, smoking and damaged. By the time the driver exited the car two CHP were standing near her. She was sixteen and the car belonged to her Dad. He had told her she couldn't go to Europe with her boy-friend. She was taken to a hospital because they thought she had a concussion. I got all the news before anyone else from Radio Kelly.

As we passed the Ferrari Kelly asked, 'Do they really cost $215,000?'

'Yup.'

'Her dad is gonna be pissed!'

'Yeah, his insurance rates will go way up.'

'Worse. She doesn't have a license. That means the car was stolen. Telling her no just cost him a quarter million dollars.'

'Do we want a daughter?' I asked.

'Yes!' I heard from lots of voices. 'Just not that one!' I smiled. I knew the results of that poll before I asked the question.

Danni checked in, "Ok. Disney will paint your rigs when you are in Orlando. A mural on both sides and the back of the trailers and a solid complimentary color for the trucks.'

'A mural of what?' I asked.

'Jungle animals. Disney has a new nature film coming out this summer and you are part of the advertising. They are faxing me some sketches for you to look at and think about. I'll bring them with me tonight.'

'This could be fun.' Kelly said. 'Danni, what else are you bringing?'

"It's pretty hard to surprise you all isn't it?'

Kelly asked, 'Maybe I should ask, who are you bringing tonight, not what.'

'I know a driving team that has a route up and down the west coast. They tuned into us when you were here last time. I want you to meet them. They are here on a twenty-four hour layover.'

I asked, 'Are they the two who felt like they dreamed they had sex with you and the best orgasms of their lives?'

'Yes!'

'Bring them. If you think it's appropriate we should rent another room. We have Andrea, Megan, Sammi, you Danni and me in two rooms. Think seven in two rooms is too crowded?'

Megan said, 'We're truckers! We're used to sleepers. Hotel rooms and hotel beds are huge!'

Danni said, 'The rooms I reserved for you are two rooms with two queens in each room.'

'But, where do I sleep? I'm not a queen.' I smiled. The pun wasn't a good pun, but it was a pun.

Sammi answered in seriousness, 'You are the Chief. The Chief sleeps wherever he wants!'

I smiled and we kept moving. In Indio I asked for and got a stop for a short walk, a snack stop and a pit stop. The pit stop for me and any of my wives was free. The fuel cost us $1625.72 for the 419 gallons we bought. We were still averaging 6 miles per gallon.

We parked at the Disney dock at a few minutes before three in the afternoon. At four we were on the monorail. We were in our adjoining rooms with the adjoining door open by quarter to five. Sammi was looking at the TV at the various options we had for dinner when she said, "Open the door. Danni and friends are here."

I opened the door and Danni stepped into my arms. I noticed two women with her. When Danni was temporarily done checking my tonsils with her tongue I welcomed her friends and made introductions.

When they touched Sammi during the introductions Sammi and both women twitched and their eyes widened. I asked, "What just happened?"

Sammi smiled and said, 'As soon as we touched they remembered the touch from the night in Santa Monica.'

I smiled at Megan and asked, "Could you get them fresh liners?"

Everyone laughed and Megan gave them each four liners. The blond, Kate, said, "Four?"

Megan said, "Trust me. You'll use them." 

"And, drink lots of water. We don't want anyone getting dehydrated." Andrea said. The two women looked like they thought it was a joke. We sat, some on beds and some in chairs.

Danni said, "I didn't attempt to explain the tribe to Kate and Nita. I barely understand the tribe myself. I think if Nick, Sammi and Kelly talk to them they'll get it better than if I talk." I heard, 'And I won't blow my cover if it doesn't work. Please protect me.'

I said, "For most people the concept of a family is small. It's Mom, Dad and a couple of kids. Pushed we can all think of an extended family, including grandparents, cousins, uncles and aunts. And, the family is filled with people related either by DNA or marriage. Not too long ago I started using the term Tribe. My Momma, my Dad, my sister and I were a family and things changed. Think of it this way, I needed a driving partner. Once upon a time I had one. She got cancer and died. For five years after she died I drove and lived basically alone. Sammi came into my life and became my driving partner. I love her. When Sammi met Kelly they connected. Kelly knew my wife-slash-driving partner who died and when Sammi and Kelly connected they connected at a spiritual-physical level that made them sisters and wives with me. On the road we met Andrea." Andrea raised her hand.

"Someday, if your interested, she can tell you that story. That gave us four drivers and two trucks. What we discovered was that there is some sort of magic in our being together. On a layover in L.A. we invited Danni to dinner and to spend some time with us. During that time the play became both physical and spiritually connected. The magic, the energy of that connection, spilled out and found two kindred energies. Yours."

Danni believes that because we're energetically compatible there may be a chance for us to use that connection to become partners in both business and life. If you feel the kinship, the link, and you feel inclined you may want to think about becoming part of the tribe."

Sammi said, "The tribe is a business as well as a crazy extended kind of family. Each of us is a shareholder in Peterson Family Trucking Company. We have an office and an office staff based in Wyoming. All the details for associating you two, your truck and your business with us haven't even been talked about, but we think it could be valuable to consider."

Kelly added, "You already know about the spiritual benefits. At least you know about how it feels to be connected while we play. I've discovered that the more I play inside the tribe the more powerful my experience of loving becomes. Until I started kissing Nick and Sammi I'd never had an orgasm from just a kiss. I have had multiple orgasms in a day from kisses and a few from just having Nick tell me he loves me."

Kate asked, "Are you telling us that Nick is loving all of you?"

Heads nodded. Sammi said, "You don't need to ever have sex with Nick. You don't ever need to do anything you don't want to do." I heard, 'She thinks she's a lesbian.'

Kelly said, "When you dreamed about sex with Danni, was it good?"

Kate smiled and said, "Oh God yes!"

"Danni was a guest." Megan said. "I wasn't even here and the energy from that night woke me and I flooded my bed when I came."

Nita had been quiet. She put a hand on Kate and said, "I've never heard a sales pitch that comes close to this one. Join our trucking company and we promise you the best orgasms of your life. If it's true someone would be nuts not to join up, lean back and flood the floor around them."

Kate said, "We already felt the orgasms."

"Once! I found a four-leaf clover once, too. Doesn't mean it will ever happen again."

I leaned forward and asked, "Forget the sex! Strictly as a business agreement, what would you need to see to join Peterson Family Trucking? Would you need us to handle your taxes, permits, insurance? What would you need from us?"

Nita said, "We're fine. We have a contract run between San Diego and Washington and British Colombia. We're making enough that the two of us have money saved for retirement. We have health coverage and no credit card debt."

"Then the only reason for you to consider becoming a part of Peterson Family Trucking is the intimacy, the connection to Sammi, Danni, Megan, Andrea and Sam. Right?" I asked.

Kate said, "I thought your name was Nick."

"It is. Sam is a woman who works in our office in Wyoming."

"Oh."

"And even that isn't a huge draw because you only felt it once." I said. They both nodded.

I thought, 'Do I let them walk or do I show them it can happen again and again?'

Andrea said, "If it happened again, this evening. Would that convince you?"

Kate started a yes nod. Nita said, "No. That would be twice. I may not understand how you could make me have an orgasm, but I'm sure I wouldn't trust it."

"Let's go have dinner and talk about something else for a while. Ok?" I asked.

We all got up and left the rooms headed for dinner in a hotel restaurant. Sam spoke to me, 'They would be good for the tribe. They are both honest and trustworthy. Danni has known them for years. Their big issue is that you are in the company. Kate's never felt a man inside her. Her daddy was violent with her Mom and with her. Nita's Daddy thought all women were on the planet to take care of men and fuck. She's never let a man into her heart because she believes you're all like daddy.'

'Ladies, as we eat can you focus energy on their sexuality? Can you turn them on and sustain the feeling through dinner?'

'We can get them to cum before dessert!' Megan said. I smiled.

We got in the elevator and Kate said, "Did you feel that?"

Sammi was standing next to her and asked, "Feel what?"

"Nothing. I felt something and then it was gone."

"The air conditioning in the elevator is colder than in the hallway." Kelly said.

Kate shook her head. As the door opened on the first floor Nita said, "I felt something too."

"What?" Megan asked.

We were shown to our table and Nita excused herself and headed for the bathroom. Sammi smiled. We all looked at the menus and talked about the food choices. Ten minutes passed and Nita returned. As she passed chairs she used them to steady herself. She looked flushed as she sat down.

"How did you do that?" She asked.

"Do what?"

She looked around and said, "I felt someone lick my pussy while I was alone in the ladies room."

Sammi asked, "One lick or many?"

"I was alone! I felt it! And, it was one lick!" She blushed and shook her head in disbelief.

She picked up her menu and started to read. Kate said, "I'm going to have the onion soup and a wedge salad." Sammi said, "That sounds perfect. Me too!" Nita looked up and a strange expression crossed her face.

In my head I heard Sam, 'Hmmm. She tastes good.' Sammi looked at me and winked.

Nita bent the menu and not at the creases. Her eyes closed and a moan came from deep inside her. I heard Sammi, 'Momma, stop.'

Suddenly Nita relaxed and focused on the menu. The waitress came to the table and stood near Nita. Nita said, "The halibut, please." She got all the way through the waitress' questions and gave the menu to her before she gasped in a breath. Sam was tasting her for a few seconds and then leaving her alone. Each time Sam returned Nita got closer and closer to losing control.

Nita reached for a tumbler of water. I watched and as she touched the glass she gasped again. She didn't lift the tumbler. She shook it and water spilled. Kate asked, "Honey, are you Ok?"

Nita looked at me and gritted her teeth. She said, "No I'm not Ok! No matter what I do it feels exactly like I'm being eaten! Are you doing this to me?"

I shook my head and said, "No. I usually start by sucking on a woman's breasts."

Everyone at the table looked at Nita and she looked down at her own chest. "I don't see lips or a tongue, but I feel them." She whispered.

Sam said, 'She's afraid she'll cum if I suck hard. I will suck hard and long.'

"Do you want to cum before you salad arrives or after?" I asked.

She gritted her teeth and held the edge of the table. Finally she said, "Before! Oh sweet..." it wasn't a word, it was a sound that told anyone that heard it that she had surrendered and was having a huge orgasm.

The salads arrived and the waitress asked Nita if she was Ok. Sammi answered, "She's fine. Just a little excited. She's dreamed about being at Disneyland for years." The waitress smiled and left us.

Nita regained her composure by the time the rest of us had eaten about half our salads. She looked at Danni and said, "Are you a member of the tribe?"

"Nope. That wouldn't be ethical. I am a friend of the tribe and a guest when they are in town."

Kate asked, "Are you a member of the tribe in your heart?" Danni nodded. Kate said, "I understand. You wanted us to meet. I've felt our connection was there for a long time, but I didn't want to push and hurt what we already had."

"I want to be in, but..." Nita said, then hesitated.

"But you believe you are a lesbian and the rest of us love and have sex with Nick." Megan said.

"Bluntly put, but yeah."





Sometimes the Good Guy Wins Ch. 07



"I have never insisted that a woman share sex with me. I have never tasted a woman who didn't want me to. I won't force or pressure you to join with me. That said, I will still welcome both of you into the tribe. I have willing partners any time I want sexual activities. I have no idea how many wives it takes to have a harem, and I don't care. I am focused on taking care of the tribe, however that shows up. For Megan it shows up as having a baby. For Sam it shows up in being Momma to everyone in the tribe except me. Maybe for you it's in having a brother who actually cares for you, nurtures you and treats you like a partner."

She looked around the circle and asked Megan, "You want to have his baby?"

"I'll be honest with you. I knew I loved Nick when I was about twelve. At twelve I wanted to be his daughter. By the time I graduated from high school I didn't want to be his daughter, I wanted to be his wife and have his children."

"You've known him a long time?"

"All my life. My Mom was Nick's sister. She loved him, too."

"That's incest!" Nita said, shocked.

"The baby is fine and incest is a huge problem when it's between an adult and a child. I'm not a child. The first time I kissed Nick I was an adult."

"It's not normal." Nita said.

"How many times has someone found out you live as a lesbian and said, "That's not normal"?"

"I lost count."

"We don't put a lot of importance on normal. Was the orgasm you had here at dinner normal?"

"No! I still don't know how it happened."

"In our world, what happened to you is normal. In our world there is magic. Not with Harry Potter, but with love. You can have as much or as little of the magic as you want."

"I've got to think."

Sammi turned to Kate. "What are you thinking?" She asked. I almost laughed. I knew Sammi already knew what Kate was thinking, feeling and wanted.

"I want what Nita had. Not here in the restaurant, but I want to feel what she felt."

Sammi said, "You want to feel a mouth on your neck, kissing you, while you feel like your hands are being held captive?" Kate tilted her head a little, closed her eyes and sucked in a breath.

Seconds passed and Megan said, "You want to feel my fingers tracing circles around your areola and then you want to feel my fingers pulling on your nipples." Kate's eyes closed and she softly moaned. Nita's eyes were as big as they would open.

I motioned to our waitress and signed the bill. I said, "We need to leave, before we cause a scene. When Kate cums she'll flood and scream."

Sammi and Nita took Kate's hands and we left the restaurant. We made it back to the rooms and Sammi and Andrea undressed Kate. She didn't resist. Megan put two folded towels on the bed and Sammi helped Kate lie on them.

Danni helped Nita to a chair. Kate was alone on the bed. Sammi said, "Kate, can you feel my finger tracing along your slit?"

"Yes!" Her voice was raspy and strained.

"I'm reaching inside you, finding your g-spot." Sammi paused, "I know you don't believe you have one, but you do." Another pause, "Ahhh, that's it! I'll be gentle but I won't stop touching that spot until you cum. Open yourself to me. Right there."

Kate moved on the bed as if someone actually was stroking inside her pussy and pushing her to a screaming orgasm. Kelly said, 'Stick out your tongue. Taste Nita. Lick her vulva, but not her clit. Tease her. When you cum so will she.'

Kate's tongue stuck out. Nita moaned and spread her legs. Her eyes were open and she knew Kate wasn't touching her, but she was. In seconds both women came, screaming and thrashing around. 

We stopped. Both women relaxed and calmed down. When they were able, Sammi and Kelly got them into the bathroom and showered. No mention of becoming water brothers was made. We got them redressed and back into the bedroom. Kelly asked, "You Ok?"

Both women nodded.

Sammi asked, "Staying the night or are you going back to L.A.?"

After a long silence Kate asked, "Is a ghost going to have sex with me, again?"

"First, it wasn't a ghost. Second, only if you want more." Andrea said.

Sammi smiled and said, "If you want more, you can have more. You can have things you've never even had as fantasies."

"Right now I think another orgasm would kill me. If I stay, can I be touched again in the morning?"

"Before, during or after breakfast?" Danni asked.

"Before!" Nita said. "We need to get back to our truck by noon." Kate nodded in agreement.

They spent the night. We played musical beds for the night. I joined with Danni, Megan, Andrea, Sammi and Kelly. Kate watched every joining, without saying anything. Kelly and Sammi told me she wanted to feel me inside her, but didn't ask. She was afraid Nita would freak if Kate had sex with a man. In the morning we were all glad there were two bathrooms. 

We ate breakfast together and Danni took her two shaken friends back to their truck. We relaxed most of the day. Actually, I relaxed most of the day with Kelly and Sammi. Megan stayed in our room working with Sam and Kay on a written proposal for Kate and Nita. A business proposal, not membership in the tribe. All of us somehow knew the tribe as full. We also felt that wasn't forever.

Andrea found Kelly and I inside California Adventure. She had wanted some alone time and had been alone most of the morning and part of the afternoon. She found us just after we got in line for Grizzly River ride. The boats are round and there are signs telling everyone they will get wet. Andrea ran to a nearby store and got three ponchos for us. We still got wet, but not soaked. It was fun and we laughed both during and after the ride. We walked around some more and rode one other ride before heading back to our rooms. Soaring over California was the other ride. It's a fun ride that simulates hang gliding over the landscapes of California. At one place we flew over an orange grove and smelled the oranges. 

When we got back to our rooms Megan sat us down and took on her role as business woman. She showed us the agreement she and our legal eagle in Casper had hammered out. Two hours later we had consensus in the tribe and faxed the agreement to Danni's home machine. She would share it with Kate and Nita. They were almost to Weed California and when they got to Portland Oregon they would stop and check in with her.

Danni wanted our schedule. Megan gave it to her. She calculated and decided we should leave Disney property just after eleven in the morning the next day. She explained her logic to all of us. By eleven the sun was high enough in the sky that we would not be driving into it. We would drive in daylight all the way out of California and across all of Arizona in the dark. She showed us charts for the whole trip: one labeled Kelly's Pink and one labeled Nick's Not. The charts showed who was driving which truck, from where to where, and times. I smiled and so did Kelly. Megan had taken the reigns of the company. Her charts showed us where to get fuel, where to rest, everything a good dispatcher would put down she had included. Megan emailed it to Danni.

Danni said, "Since you aren't leaving until tomorrow, may I visit?" 

"You or you and friends?" Kelly asked.

"Just me and drawings of what your trucks can look like."

Andrea asked, "Are we going to like what we see?"

"You're going to love what you see!"

"Then why are you still in Los Angeles?" Megan asked.

The speaker phone made a noise, CLICK. Danni was on her way.

Megan let us know the charts were already posted in the office in Orin. Sam thought the label's on the charts were funny. When I looked at them again I laughed too. Kelly is pink and Nick's Not.

While some waited for Danni in our rooms I went to the trucks. Andrea went with me. We checked them over and checked the supply levels as well. We borrowed a Disney pick-up truck and went shopping. We bought food for the trip, including big oranges, bananas, grapes and apples. When we loaded the trucks with food I put a big orange in a cup holder of each cab. When we got in the next day the trucks would both smell like oranges.

When I gave the pick-up back the guy gave us a ride back to the hotel. He noticed the rings on Andrea's finger and asked, "Are you married?"

"Sure feels like I'm married." Andrea answered. "Married, happy and can't wait to get on the road again."

"I thought you were married to the tall blond." He said, looking at me.

"There are days when it feels like I'm married to all of them!" I said, smiling.

"Well, I have trouble being married to one woman."

"It takes magic to be trucking with three partners who are women. Two words help."

"Yeah? What two words?" He asked. He had stopped the truck and we were getting out. I faced him and said, "Yes, Dear!" All three of us laughed. He drove away and Andrea hooked my arm as we walked inside.

'Do you love me?' She asked.

'Yes, Dear!' My answer got me a slap on the arm. I answered again out loud: "I love you. I like sharing my life with you and having you close to me."

'From here to San Antonio, I'm with you.'

'Good. We can talk, touch and be close.'

'Megan has you driving to Deming.'

'So, if you sleep before we leave and then sleep the last four hours to Deming, you should be fine. Right?'

'I hope so.'

'When we switch I go to pink to sleep. Tell Sammi what we're doing and if you get sleepy wake her. Before the crash, not after.'

'I'm not going to crash!'

We heard Sammi's voice, 'I got it. When Andrea drives Megan rides with her. That girl can talk!'

'I heard that!' Megan said. Then she laughed.

When we opened the door to our rooms Danni was there spreading drawings on the coffee table. I knew at first glance we were having the trucks painted. I picked up a drawing of a Freightliner where the truck was painted as jungle, green leaves and flowers. The trailer kept the jungle theme and showed a lion, a zebra, a giraffe and three monkeys looking out from the jungle. The drawing showed the back doors painted with more jungle and a gorilla pounding his fists on his chest. The wording near the top of the trailer read, "A Different Kind of Tribe!!" Down in the jungle near the bottom of the trailer it said, "Opens August 8th".

Kelly said, "Nick! Look at this one." I looked. The truck was identical to the first one but the trailer was different. A forty-foot long crocodile stretched the length of the trailer. On his back were a monkey, a lion, a leopard, and two small antelope. The back doors showed the open mouth of the croc with bright colored birds sitting or standing on his lower teeth. The same wording as the other drawing.

Kelly asked, "You want to be the gorilla or the croc?"

"I think each of us gets to be both. Up until we get them repainted we've been thinking of them as Nick's truck and Kelly's truck. After the paint we can call them the croc and the gorilla. Maybe, if Kate and Nita are in, we could swap trucks with them and get Disney to paint them into the tribal theme, too."

"Can you believe what they want to give us?" Megan said.

'Can you email the pictures to us?' Sam asked. I took the two we had instantly all agreed upon and went down to the business center. Before I got back upstairs Sam said, 'We love them! Kay says we should ask if we can name the animals and paint their names on the trailers.'

When I was back upstairs Danni suggested we go eat. We went to Downtown Disney and ate at Raglan Road, an Irish pub. Megan got carded. None of us had alcohol. We did have good food and a good noisy time. We were back in our rooms before nine. Megan hugged me and spoke inside my head, 'I think Danni would love some one-on-one time with you. Take her next door and we'll give you some privacy.'

I may never know if I was thinking that before Megan said it or she said it having already captured my thoughts. I may never worry about it, ever again. It's sort of the chicken/egg puzzle. The only ones it matters to are the chicken and the egg. 

Danni was standing at the sliding glass door out to our balcony. I touched her hand and she turned to me. I held her face and kissed her. I thought, 'Can you stay the night with me?'

Her kiss burst into flames and nearly devoured me. I took that as a "Yes!' When the kiss ended I turned her towards the other bedroom. As we left the rest of the tribe Kelly asked, 'Around midnight we'll need the other bed in there. Ok?'

Danni said, "After midnight I'll do my best to stop screaming."

Kelly closed the door once we were inside the other bedroom. Danni and I undressed and moved into the bathroom. She asked, "We always seem to start with a shower."

"Water is the source of life. When we drink it, shower in it, swim in it we are sharing the source of life. Read "Stranger in a Strange Land" again. Heinlein had that right."

We got clean and connected to the energy of the water. We left the shower freshly clean and shaved. Danni screamed twice before we slept. Just after midnight the connecting door opened and Kelly and Megan came into the bedroom. Both were nude.

They softly giggled and Kelly said, "Smells like sex in here."

I woke up when Kelly and Sammi joined Danni and I on the bed. Sunlight came through the curtains and I knew it was morning. Kelly kissed Danni while Sammi kissed me. We switched partners and kept kissing for a few more minutes. Things probably would have heated up and become orgasmic but we heard a knock on the door in the adjoining room. We heard Andrea and Megan dash around and then open the door. A few seconds later Megan poked her head in our room and said, "Breakfast is here. Time to eat and get to work."

Sammi smiled and responded, "Yes, Boss." Megan stuck her tongue out and went back in the other bedroom. We did get up, showered quickly and dressed for a day of trucking.

Danni got pampered during our visit and drove away from the hotel feeling loved and cared for. I checked with each woman as we prepared the trucks and ourselves for the trip. Andrea and Megan each felt the need for more one-on-one time with me. The three of us agreed that when Andrea and I were in the same truck it would be just us and that between Deming, New Mexico and San Antonio, Texas while I was scheduled for sleep in the pink Megan would join me.

We were in the trucks and ready to roll by ten-thirty Saturday morning. Both trucks were full of fuel and the safety checks were done. Sammi was driving the pink with Kelly in the sleeper. She promised to take a nap before Deming. Megan rode with them. 

I drove the white with Andrea beside me. She promised to nap before Deming as well. My plan was to give her my attention until we'd been on the road about six hours, then send her into the sleeper. She would be behind the wheel from Deming to San Antonio, almost eleven hours starting at night. We all wanted her and all of us well rested during the trip.

I didn't turn on the GPS. The trip was pretty simple, take I-10 all the way to Florida then turn on the GPS. Andrea sat shotgun and helped me get us out of the L.A. basin. Traffic wasn't bad, just lots of it and we were grateful as it thinned the farther and farther away from Los Angeles we went. 

In Banning California Andrea said, "Now we're out of L.A.. I love how when we get here we leave all the green and enter the desert. It's dramatic."

I looked at the wing mirror thermometer and it read eighty degrees. Andrea was in a denim skirt that hit her mid-thigh and a t-shirt that said, Hard Rock Café on it. I knew the shirt was Sammi's. The weather was warm, sunny and the wind was pushing us an extra ten miles an hour. That wind increased our fuel efficiency. I smiled and thought, 'Life is good.'

As we got to Palm Springs I got into a long line of trucks with two trucks between us and Sammi in the pink. We were all rolling at seventy-three MPH. Andrea and I talked about anything and everything as we rolled. She told me about growing up in Sturbridge Mass. She told me about her family, her ex-husband Ben and she talked about each of her new sisters. I listened and learned a lot about Andrea. 

The sun was behind us as we crossed into Arizona. Andrea and I kept talking and she spent over an hour sitting on an ice chest between the shotgun seat and me, so we could be touching. After we left Phoenix I sent her into the sleeper and told her to sleep. I gave her a present as she went, a set of headsets that dampen the noise. I got a kiss on my neck and the beginnings of a boner as thanks.

From Phoenix to Deming I watched the road and desert starting to lose daylight and become darkness. As we approached Deming Sammi spoke to me, 'Honey, we're ahead of schedule. Megan figured eleven hours Disney to Deming. We cut an hour off that.'

'That's Ok. We'll still change drivers in Deming, take a walk, eat a snack or something and be down the road on time.'

'A snack or something?' Sammi asked.

'Ok, a snack or someone.' I answered.

Megan's voice said, 'Oh goodie! I was wondering if there would be some play time.'

'Did you forget that on the leg from Deming to Texas you're sleeping with me?' I asked.

'Key word, sleeping.'

'As if I would crawl into bed with any of you and not want to feel, taste and hear you cum.'

'Just checking!'

It was 9:44pm when we pulled to the pumps in Deming. I entered 687 miles in my log. Ten hours fifteen minutes driving. Andrea filled the white with fuel and we took 92.4 gallons, just about 7.4 miles per gallon. Bless that tail wind.

The pink got filled by Kelly and took 93 gallons. We parked away from the pumps and went for a walk. Half an hour walking around the perimeter of the truck stop. Megan went into the store and bought some snacks for later and we all had a meal. At quarter after eleven we were back on the road again, aimed at San Antonio, Texas.

I was sitting shotgun in pink with Megan sitting on the bunk and Kelly driving. Andrea followed us in white with Sammi already in her bunk behind Andrea. Megan, Kelly and Andrea had agreed to talk as they drove and if Andrea started getting tired they'd pull over and Megan would switch trucks.

Our scheduled arrival time in San Antonio was 9:30 PDT. Megan helped me out of my clothes and hers, gave me a quick shower and put us to bed. Rather than bother Kelly with our conversation as we played three feet behind her, Megan and I kept our conversation in our heads. I had no idea how Megan and Kelly could do it, but they did.

However, the noises of our play could not be muffled enough to keep Kelly isolated from what we were doing. Nor could we keep from making the smells of sex. Megan rode my face for a while, then switched positions and rode my cock. I was almost disappointed when she switched positions. Her taste and her way of moving were so enjoyable I wanted to do what we were doing far into Texas. 

Within about a minute after she switched positions I changed my mind. She straddled my hips and bent forward so I could enjoy her great and wonderful breasts. As our hips pressed together I became aware that Sammi was with us. I had a sudden thought about Sam, Kay, Danni and Kathy.

'Join us all!' I heard a chorus sing. So we did! Kelly kept us on the road and Andrea stayed out of the fun as well, but the rest of the family joined in. In the afterglow, with Megan resting on top of me as I shrank and retreated out of her we heard from Donna and Linda.

'We are at work! Before we could think to block your energy we were both shaking and sweating!' Donna said.

'I had to stand here at the register holding onto the counter to keep from falling on the floor when we came!' Linda added, then they both laughed. 

Megan and I kissed and I said, 'I almost feel like I should apologize for assisting you to cum, but that seems crazy! I can't apologize for that!'

Kathy said, 'About three hours ago I was having dinner with three women I work with. They were talking, complaining really, about the love they aren't getting. They are married and wanted to know if I shared their feelings of loneliness, of not being taken care of. I told them I touch base with you every day and that every time I touch base I know I am loved right down to the marrow in my bones."




Sometimes the Good Guy Wins Ch. 07



Megan asked, "How about right down to your g-spot?"

Kathy laughed and said, 'They wanted to know how long it is between times we get to be in bed together. I thought about it and the truth is I was there in the truck with you tonight. I can tell them tomorrow that we connected tonight and all my needs were met.'

'Just don't tell them I was in New Mexico at the time.'




[Thank you for reading this far into the story. I encourage your comments... if they can assist me in improving as an author. The personal attacks on me as a man, a wimp, etc. that have on occasion shown up in response to my stories pale in comparison to the personal opinions of ex-wives and girl-friends from my past. I may delete personal attacks just so others don't need to read them.]



Sometimes the Good Guy Wins Ch. 08



Kathy said, 'About three hours ago I was having dinner with three women I work with. They were talking, complaining really, about the love they aren't getting. They are married and wanted to know if I shared their feelings of loneliness, of not being taken care of. I told them I touch base with you every day and that every time I touch base I know I am loved right down to the marrow in my bones."

Megan asked, "How about right down to your g-spot?"

Kathy laughed and said, 'They wanted to know how long it is between times we get to be in bed together. I thought about it and the truth is I was there in the truck with you tonight. I can tell them tomorrow that we connected tonight and all my needs were met.'

'Just don't tell them I was in New Mexico at the time.' I said.

'Don't worry, I won't. Sometimes I still have trouble wrapping my head around the magic.'

'Ladies, I need sleep.' I said.

Megan kissed me and I felt each of them in the kiss. She spooned with me and I was gone.

When I woke up it was because the noise level changed. Kelly had gotten off the Interstate and was headed for a truck stop in San Antonio. I got up, washed, shaved and dressed before she parked at the fuel pumps. I jumped down and filled pink with 94.6 gallons. Megan stood beside me and said, "That's almost seven miles per gallon. A little less than the first leg."

Kelly walked to us and said, "The wind at my back let up at about midnight. We still did Ok."

Megan went inside and paid for the fuel for both trucks while Kelly and I did safety checks on both trucks. When Megan came back the five of us went for a walk. It's a big truck stop. One lap around the edge takes fifteen minutes. The conversation we had as we walked was lively and included waving hands and facial expressions. Near the end of the first lap I realized that if someone was watching four women and a man walking like we were, they'd notice we weren't talking! When I had the thought we all stopped.

Sammi asked, "Anyone need food or anything before we get back on the road?" For some strange reason they all looked at me. I put my arm around Sammi and said, "What I need is food. What I want is for someone to bring Kelly and I something when you've eaten. I'd like to spend some time in the bunk with her, if y'all don't mind."

"Let's do one more lap on our feet and then get some exercise, Ok? I like your idea." Kelly said.

We walked. I held Megan's hand for part of the second lap and Andrea's hand. They switched with Kelly and Sammi and we kept talking out loud. As we made the final turn before getting back to the truck stop restaurant and store I saw three truckers watching us.

Kelly thought, 'I've had trouble with the guy in the gray shirt before. He has trouble with the word "No".'

When we were within twenty feet of them I raised my voice and asked, "Do you have any idea where we can get some really good Tex-Mex food? I mean really good stuff?"

The man in a plaid shirt with the sleeves torn off said, "Here in San Antone?  The best is La Hacienda on Redland Road. Their Huevos Rancheros are incredible!"

Kelly asked, "Have you had anything else they make for breakfast?"

"I have." The guy in the gray shirt said. "I had their menudo. I was a little hung over and it was spicy enough to help. It tasted pretty good, too."

I asked, "So, out of here I turn?"

The muscled arm in the gray shirt waved to the left as he told me how to get there. I turned slightly to Sammi and asked, "Would you write all that down for us? Next time we're here I want to eat there." 

Sammi nodded. I thought maybe we had successfully diverted his attention, but the voice in my head said, 'Nope. He wants to assert his Alpha dog status.'

Mr. Gray shirt asked no one in particular, "Think it's fair that he's hangin with four beautiful women and we're alone?" Both of the men with him smiled and shook their heads.

I heard Sammi in my head, 'Let me take this one.' She said, "You'd like to hang with one or more of us?"

"Little lady, I'd be honored to buy you breakfast!" 

"I thought you meant you wanted one of us as a co-driver. That I could talk about over breakfast." Andrea and Megan nodded.

"You drive?" He asked.

"Yup," Kelly said. "The pink Freightliner is mine."

He looked at Sammi and asked, "Which truck is yours?"

"Don't own a rig. I'd like to, though. You own or drive for someone else?"

"I've got the blue Mack over there," he said, pointing.

"Are you looking for a co-driver, a business partner or just a toy?" Megan asked.

"It depends."

"I'd give the same answer, "Sammi said. "Maybe we can figure out the answer over breakfast... if you're buying."

"Buying for all of you?" He asked.

"Nope." I said. "We have some phone calls to make and a little repair work to finish. Be back before eleven, OK? We have a lot of miles to cover."

Kelly and I walked off towards pink. Gray shirt bought breakfast for Sammi, Andrea and Megan. Kelly and I danced in pink and after, while we snuggled, Kelly checked on their progress. Mr. Gray shirt's name was Jethro. Between ordering and the arrival of their food all three women agreed that he was looking for a co-driver at best. By his thinking, more than what he said, he leaned toward Megan as a toy. He didn't take her seriously as either a driver or a business partner. As a business partner, he thought Sammi might be best, if she was great in the sack. He could easily accept either Andrea or Sammi as a co-driver with benefits, if the financial arrangements were to his liking.

Kelly told me all about what was happening. I learned a valuable lesson. Never attempt to negotiate with a woman who can listen inside your head. You don't have a chance. 

At ten minutes to eleven they walked out of the restaurant carrying breakfast for Kelly and me. Jethro was happy. Sammi said that next time we were to meet up they would continue the conversation and she asked if then she could take a look inside his sleeper. He was so happy he paid for the breakfasts, even Kelly's and mine.

In Megan's plan I was driving pink, Sammi was driving white, Andrea was sleeping in pink and Kelly in white. Megan climbed into pink. My breakfast was a burrito filled with refried beans, eggs, tomato, onions, some potato pieces and a healthy splash of napalm. I drank two diet Cokes in the process of getting it eaten.

It was quiet on the road between San Antonio and Beaumont. Four plus hours of listening to the radio for weather and news, a few country songs and talking with Megan. The trip had shown her a lot about how we lived on the road. She had adjusted her thinking and had been making plans about her main job, our business. She shared a lot of her thinking with me.

When we were fifteen miles outside Beaumont she got quiet. Five minutes later she turned down the radio. As I got into Beaumont she softly said, "Nick, get off at the next exit, please." I didn't ask questions, I just slowed down and got off.

At the stop sign she pointed to the left. Her eyes were closed. The curtain opened and Andrea looked out as she dressed. We were in an industrial area of Beaumont. At a little after three in the morning there were few trucks and no cars moving around us. Three blocks farther and Megan said, "Right turn."

I turned and saw one building with three lit windows and a roll-up freight door open. Megan said, "Park right here." She sat still for a few seconds and I heard Andrea in my head. 'She's calling the police. They will get the urge to drive here. They will get the urge to see what's going on in there.'

'Why are we here?" I asked.

'For after.' Andrea said. I got the feeling I'd know what I needed to know when the time was ripe. I checked my mirrors and saw the white parked a hundred yards behind me.

Two men came out of the roll-up door, jumped to the ground and went to a van. From inside the van they got three canvas bags, big bags. At the sight of the bags I knew they were body bags! Megan had heard the fear and screams of three people about to die!

Andrea's voice said, 'Right. They aren't dead yet. The cops are close.'

The men took the bags inside the building and I saw headlights coming in my side mirror. The police car slid through the gate near the door and stopped. Thirty seconds later I saw two more sets of headlights in my mirror. Andrea said, 'Back up.'

I reached for the gearshift. She touched my shoulder and I heard, "Back up police.' I put my hand back in my lap. The three police cars effectively blocked the gate and the back up officers left their cars. One officer went to the left and one to the right around the building. The two officers in the first car got out of their car and slowly approached the loading dock and the open roll-up door.

The two officers entered the building and disappeared from our sight. Ten seconds later I saw three flashes of light through the windows and heard three reports of gunfire. The first shot sounded different than the two that followed. 

I looked over at Megan and Andrea. Megan had relaxed and opened her eyes. Andrea was crying and shaking. Megan looked at me and said, "I'm sorry. I wanted to explain but I was afraid to lose them. They're Ok now. The two bad guys are down and cuffed."

"Why are we here?" I asked.

"It's what you do." Andrea said.

We watched as the two officers assisted the two bad guys out of the building. One looked injured. They loaded one bad guy in each of the police cars and the other two officers came back to their cars. They left the original two officers and their car. One of the officers went back into the building and I saw and heard three more shots. When he came back he was carrying a handgun in his hand. He tossed it in a dumpster. The two officers had a conversation and then got in their car and drove away.

"What the hell?" I asked.

Megan said, "They left the women! If we hurry, we can save them. Pull in by the dock, please Nick! Hurry." I pulled into the yard and backed to the dock. Megan and Andrea jumped down and ran inside. Less than a minute later they were back, helping three women to the truck and stowing three body bags in our outside storage bin. They helped them up and in and as Megan climbed up she said, "Drive, Nick!" I shifted and stepped on the accelerator. 

They all fit inside. Megan sat shotgun and the rest crammed onto the bunk. Andrea got our first aid kit and worked on one of the women. She had been shot and the bullet went through her thigh. Sammi turned the white around and followed us back to I-10 East. I focused on following Sammi. There was lots of noise a foot behind me that I did my best to block out. Sammi stayed just below the speed limit and drove carefully. We saw three police cars headed towards where we had come from.

It got quieter in the sleeper. Andrea came out and sat on the ice chest. She and Megan talked to me, Sammi and Kelly. 'I heard Renee as soon as we were close to Beaumont. She was terrified! The two men were sent to rape and kill all three of them. The men work for a drug cartel and these three were mules. They didn't know they were mules until tonight when something went wrong. All Renee knows is that they were picked up by those two men and brought here. Catherine, the oldest of the three, figured out what the men were up to when she saw one of them loading a syringe. He fully loaded it. She figured out it wasn't for fun. She offered the men sex "anyway they wanted it". Renee and Randi figured out they were going to die so they went along with the offer of sex. When the officers arrived one of the bad guys fired at them and they each shot back. They both surrendered and were cuffed and taken away.'

Andrea took over, 'They left the three women on the floor. The cops knew the guys worked for the cartel. As soon as the other cops left Benton went back inside to kill them. He didn't. Megan was so deep in his head he believes he killed them. He did hit Catherine but the bullet went through her leg without hitting an artery. I got it bandaged and applied Neosporin. As soon as the cops left we went in and got them.'

'What do we do with them?' I asked.

Kelly said, 'Right now we let them sleep. Megan got them to sleep. Sammi and I will look inside their sleep and see what we find. When we get to Mobile, we'll talk with them, then decide.'

'Pull over, Ok? I've got too many bodies in this truck.' I said.

Sammi pulled over. Andrea climbed out and ran to the white. Half a minute later we were moving again. Where I was it was quiet. The three women on the bed were breathing. How Megan and Andrea got them to sleep and kept them asleep I didn't know, but they did sleep. Megan curled into a ball on the shotgun seat and she slept, too. I felt rather than heard the mental activity going on around me.

The sun was starting to come up as we slid through Baton Rouge. I lowered the shade on Megan's side of the windshield and she didn't move. We were through Baton Rouge without much traffic at all. The temperature outside read eighty-two degrees. Another sultry day in the south.

At the outskirts of Mobile Sammi said, 'Nick, lead us to where you want us to park, please.' Even her voice in my head sounded tired. I passed her and led us to a parking area for a company that had gone under late last year. There was plenty of room for our rigs and no one around to ask questions. We parked and Sammi, Andrea and Kelly came over.

We crammed into the pink. Kelly said, "We learned a lot from them while they slept. Renee is twenty-three and is what she calls an adult orphan. Her Mom ran off with a man in the Army and her Dad drinks, a lot. She hasn't seen or spoken to either in four years. This is her first party weekend with Catherine and Randi. Catherine is twenty-one and is a licensed beautician. She loves to party and be the center of attention. By her count she has fucked over a thousand men and boys. A month ago a man named Carlos got her high on coke and she lost an entire week of her life. Carlos introduced Catherine to Randi who has been hooking for Carlos for almost a year. He got her hooked on Coke and it really made her sick. He helped her kick it, but kept her hooking for him. She owes him a thousand a day. That's pretty much the bottom line."

"Sex, drugs and we have three dead woman sleeping right there." I said, pointing. "They don't know us. They don't even know where they are. We stepped into a big risk when we got off I-10 and brought them with us. What do we do?"

"We need to talk to them." Megan said. "They knew they were dead. They knew those two guys were there to put them in the body bags and they'd never be seen or heard of again."

"Ok. I guess we should wake them up." I said. Megan closed her eyes and Sammi opened the curtain. All three women shook themselves and woke up. I looked them over, really for the first time. They were dressed and their feet were closest to me. All three wore high heels. All three were in short, tight skirts and when they sat up all three parted their legs enough for me to see that none were wearing panties.

The woman farthest from me, closest to the shotgun seat where Megan was sitting had short black hair, curly and was very cute, or at least would be cute without the three pounds of make-up she was wearing. She had on a pink tube top that tightly held her rather large chest. She shook her head as she sat up and again once she looked around, seeing all of us.

Sitting up next to her was a woman who was visibly scared. She grabbed onto the woman next to her and looked at all of us. She asked, "Where? Who?" Then lapsed into silence. She had long wavy brown hair, big brown eyes, and looked like a college girl. Looked like someone Megan would have introduced me to at her college in Florida. She had on a black miniskirt and a black scoop-neck pull over shirt. Her right thigh was bandaged. Her nipple bumps were evident in front of her small breasts.

The third woman sat all the way up before her eyes opened. She had a tattoo on her neck of a spider's web. It was the first feature on her that I noticed. The second thing I noticed was that she was wearing a blue wife-beater t-shirt that barely covered her nipples, leaving her breasts almost completely uncovered. He hair was dirty, blond and her make-up was old. I thought, 'All three need a make over, clothes and a bath.'

I noticed Andrea, Kelly and Megan nod.

To answer the questions the one in the middle asked I said, "You are safe and we are the good guys. You have some options, some choices to make. Before we get to those choices there are some things that need to happen. Do any of you need a bathroom?"

All three nodded. Megan opened her door and we sent them to white one at a time. That used up five minutes. When they were back I asked, "When was the last time you had food?"

They couldn't remember eating in a long time. Andrea got some snacks out of our stash and they shared a bottle of water.

As they ate Sammi started to speak to them. She reviewed their situation. They became more aware of how close they had been to dying back in Texas. The blond asked, "Who are you?"

Sammi answered, "Friends you never knew you had. You have disappeared from Texas. As far as we know, no one has any idea where you are, where you're going or even if you're alive. Not everyone gets a chance to start over in life. I think the three of you have that chance. If you can stop using drugs, clean up and stay clean now is the time to start."

The blond asked, "What about Carlos?"

"Carlos thinks you are dead." Megan said. "He thinks the cops disposed of your bodies."

"How do you know?" She asked.

"Just believe her. She knows." Kelly said. Her tone and body language reinforced her statement.

The blond said, "I'm free?"

Andrea said, "Yes. No more tricks, no more pimp."

She visibly relaxed and then tensed again and asked, "But, what do I do?"

I asked, "How long have you been with Carlos?"

"Just over a year. Before him I belonged to Francisco. I've been on my back almost three years."

"That ended last night. We can't make you stop hooking, but the relationship you had with Carlos and the cartel is over unless you do something stupid like go back to Texas or get your picture on the news." I said.

"I don't know how to do anything else." The blond said.

Kelly said, "You can learn. There's more to the world than the look of hotel ceilings."

"God, I hope you're right."

The woman with black curly hair asked, "Where are we?"

"Alabama. Where do you want to be?" Megan asked.

I heard her voice in my head, 'Somewhere I can call home.' 

'The orphan wants a place to settle down.' I thought. 

I heard Linda's voice, 'Send her to us. This is a good place for an orphan to make a home.'

I asked, quietly, 'Do we have clothes any of them can wear?'

Kelly answered, 'I can loan the little one a bra.'

Megan said, 'I can loan her one with lots of extra room in it!'

They both smiled and I said, 'They need clothes and they need to change their hair styles, too.' I saw nods.

Kelly said, "There's a shopping center not far from here. We'll go there and buy some decent clothes for you. If there's a beauty parlor in there we'll do something about your hair, too. Then, if you want our help, we'll help you get started outside Texas."

We drove the two miles to the shopping center none of us had ever seen before and Kelly, Andrea and Megan went inside. Megan wore the same shoe size as Randi and Catherine. Andrea wore the same size as Renee. An hour later they were back and all three had clean, new clothes. I drove us to a cheap motel and parked behind it. Kelly rented a room and we sent our three new "friends" inside to shower and dress in new clothes.  Kelly informed me that Linda and Donna were interested in both Randi and Catherine. Catherine could easily pass the license exam in Nebraska and start work in the truck stop cutting hair. Randi could start work on the night shift with Donna and Linda doing clean-up and move up to working in the store or restaurant.




Sometimes the Good Guy Wins Ch. 08



Kay asked, 'Think Renee would be interested in living out in the boonies with two pregnant women, Momma and a dog?'

'A dog?' Megan and I asked at the same moment.

'Yup. He moved in three days ago. I went out to go to the store and he was in the back of the truck. I went to the store and when I got home he jumped out of the truck and lay down between Momma's and my rockers on the porch. He answers to Butch.'

'What kind of dog is he?' I asked.

'Ours.' Sam answered. That was that. Whatever the dog looked like, he was home. 

I thought, 'Now there are two boys in the family.'

Kay said, 'Three. There's a boy growing in me, too.'

'Will he name himself or do we need a family conference?' I asked.

'I'll let you know when he's a little bigger.'

Our three "friends" came back from the motel room and looked great. They looked like three college aged women, ready for classes or a football game. We drove down the I-10 to Dauphin Island Parkway and got off. Two miles down that road we saw a sign for Smokey Dombo Smokehouse. The parking lot was huge compared to the size of the building. There were ten or twelve cars parked next to the building. We pulled in and parked. There were picnic tables outside and we used two of them. When we went inside to order I said to the young woman behind the counter, "Let them each order what they want and then I'll pay, Ok?"

Each woman ordered and Kelly was first. She placed her order and as she moved away she said, "Thanks, Daddy" kissed me on the cheek and smiled. Renee ordered next, said, "Thanks, Daddy" and kissed my cheek. I got seven kisses and then handed the woman behind the counter a credit card. She totaled the bill and as I signed she asked, "They're all your daughters?"

"Heavens, No. One of them's my wife!" I said. Her face showed she had no idea which one. I was sure Kelly and Sammi would be pleased that they looked young enough to be a daughter. A couple of minutes later I was standing outside and the woman inside called out, "Kelly, order's ready."

Kelly went inside and the woman asked, "Nick says one of you is his wife. Is that true?"

Kelly nodded and the woman asked, "Which one?"

Kelly said, "I'll never tell!" She picked up her pulled pork sandwich, her drink and walked outside.

One after another their names were called and the woman asked each one who was my wife. When she called my name I went back inside and she said, "None of them owned up to being your wife."

"If you were to guess, which one would you guess is my wife?" I asked.

She looked out the window and then at me. Finally she said, "Sammi."

I called out, "Sammi, can you come inside for a moment, please?"

She came inside and walked up to the woman holding her left hand out. The woman saw her rings and smiled, "I was right!"

Sammi asked, "What was the tip off?"

"If I was one of the daughters I'd want you to be Mom. You have that Mom energy."

"At least you didn't say I looked old."

"You don't!" The woman said.

She delivered a basket of steak fries to our table and as she turned to go back inside she stopped. She turned back around and looked again. Andrea reached for a couple of fries and the woman caught her hand, her left hand. She looked from Andrea's left hand to Megan's, then back at me. She said, "They all have rings on. Identical rings."

"I swear to you, I am not married to all these women."

Sammi said, "He isn't. He's married to me!"

Megan said, "I wear rings to stop some men from hitting on me."

Andrea nodded and said, "Me too."

"Does it stop them?"

"Some men, nothing will stop." Megan said.

Renee looked up from her meal and said, "Oh, I think a shotgun might help them stop."

She got some laughter and our server went back inside. When we were done eating we drove back to the motel. We talked about the plan for the rest of our run and for our three "friends."

They wanted what we offered. Not one of the three needed or wanted to know where they were going, as long as it wasn't Texas. Megan checked online and discovered it was cheaper to fly to Denver from Orlando than from Mobile. She booked seats for four from Orlando to Denver. She got stuck when the computer asked for passenger's names. None of our three "new friends" had any identification. She cancelled the reservation request. Megan talked with Sam and then came to me.

"Sam thinks I should rent a van in Orlando and drive the four of us home. She'll find a way to create identities for them and by the time we get there the problem will be solved."

"Sam and Kay can meet you in Cheyenne. Turn the van in there. Take Renee home with you." It sounded good. Then I had a thought. I got my cell out and called Disney Orlando. I got the right guy and asked, "How long will we be in Orlando while our trucks are painted?"

"Two weeks. We're readying the next load for you and it will be ready sixteen days from today. I've already reserved two suites for you, if that's Ok."

"No, but thanks. With that much time we want to go home. We'll rent a van and go home." We made arrangements to be in Orlando late the next day and he promised to get us a great rental van for our trip. By the time I hung up the ladies of the tribe were up to date and had it all planned. They filled the three new ladies in and our busy day was ready to end.

Megan decided we were leaving at five in the morning. That meant wake up at four-fifteen. We told Renee, Catherine and Randi the plan and said we would be out in the trucks asleep. They could share the motel room.

Catherine said, "I've never slept in a truck like that, except when we passed out. Could I?"

A discussion happened that didn't happen out loud. Sammi finally spoke out loud, "If Nick, Megan and I take the motel room, Andrea, Kelly and the three of you can share the two trucks. Ok?"

Randi said, "This will be weird. I've spent a night in a truck before, but with two men. It just might be great! Ok if we're just sisters?"

They agreed and went to the trucks. Kelly stayed in pink, Andrea in white. Catherine stayed with Andrea. Randi and Renee stayed with Kelly.

Sammi, Megan and I showered together, dried each other and spent some time slathering lotion on each other. Then we played together on the bed and Megan came first. They both got eaten by me and each other. They both got penetrated and when I came Kathy, Sam and Kay received the attention/benefit as well. Sam reported that Butch howled when I came in them.

At 4:15 local time our alarms went off. Andrea made breakfast. Kelly made coffee. Sammi and I did the safety checks on the trucks and Renee, Catherine and Randi did their best to stay out of the way. When the food was ready Andrea gave some to each of us and Kelly served coffee. Renee's first taste of the coffee was a surprise to her. She made a face and before she said anything Kelly said, "Truckers drink strong coffee. You're with truckers. There's a little milk in the pink fridge, if you're a sissy."

Renee took another sip and said, "It's good. The first sip was just a little hot."

Kelly smiled. Renee didn't know Kelly could hear her thoughts. She hated the coffee.

At 4:50 Andrea climbed into the driver's seat of pink and Kelly climbed into the driver's seat of white. Sammi rode shotgun in white. I rode with Andrea in pink. Randi and Catherine filled the bunk in pink. Renee sat on the bunk of white with Megan. Kelly led.

It was 5:00 on the money when Kelly pulled onto I-10 headed east. When we had gone five miles and settled into the traffic pattern Randi asked, "Is it Ok if we talk?"

Andrea answered, "Yes, and thanks for waiting 'til things calmed down. I'm a pretty new driver and I appreciated the consideration."

Catherine asked, "How new?"

I answered, "Andrea and Sammi got their licenses in Orlando. We made a run to the west coast and now we're headed back to Orlando. That's pretty new."

"How about you?" Randi asked.

"I've been trucking about twenty years, give or take. So has Kelly."

Catherine asked, "Yesterday you sort of told the lady where we ate that you and Sammi are married. But, it's Kelly that has been trucking as long as you. Who are you married to? Really?"

Sam's voice said, 'Tell them.' Andrea glanced over at me and winked.

I said, "I married Sammi first. Then we added Kelly to the family. Then Andrea, followed quickly by Megan."

Andrea looked at me again and I heard, 'In for a nickel...'

"Ok. That's not accurate. The short version is that we're all married to each other and the family is bigger than just us. We have a home and Renee will be going there to start her new life, working for us. There are two women already living there and there's a dog, too. Two other women live and work in Nebraska, and they're family. The last member of the tribe lives in Los Angeles."

Randi was using her fingers and looked up at me. She was ready to say something when I added, "Oh yes, Kay and Megan are pregnant! One with a boy and one with a girl."

Randi said, "You're married to nine women?" She was looking at me.

Andrea laughed and said, "It's not like that. I'm married to Nick. I love him more than I've ever loved any man. I'm married to Kelly and I love her as a sister, as a co-wife to Nick and as my spouse. I can say the same thing about all the members of the tribe."

"Nine women and one man." Catherine said. "I've never heard of such a thing."

Randi asked, "Megan's pregnant. Where will the baby ride?"

"Megan, Sam, Kay and Renee live on the farm and run the business. Kay and Megan will have their babies pretty close to the same time and they will be raised on the farm as brother and sister." Andrea said.

"Sam? There's two men?" Randi asked.

"Short for Samantha. So is Sammi." I said.

"If Renee is going to live and work on the farm, does that make her a member of the tribe too?" Catherine asked.

I shook my head. "No. Being in the tribe is by choice and consensus. Andrea couldn't just marry me. I was already married. To be married to me, be family, she needed to love Sammi as much as she loves me. Renee can live and work with us for years and choose not to be in the tribe. So can you."

"This is a cult!" Catherine said. I heard fear in her voice.

Andrea said, "Yup! We found you, took all your money, shaved your heads and by tomorrow we'll have you at an airport chanting and eating vegetarian foods. Wait! That was last week. This week we save you, dress you in real clothes and then we love you. Yeah. We just love you."

"What do we do?" Randi asked, her voice full of distrust.

"Nothing. When we found you, you communicated your needs to us. You needed to escape from Texas, sleep, get some food in you and stop dressing like a whore. The effects of whatever drugs you were exposed to haven't been too bad. We helped get you out of Texas. We've fed you, clothed you and slept with you without sex. If you want we can pull into the next town or any town between here and Orlando and let you out of the trucks. I'll give each of you five hundred dollars if you want out."

"I don't understand. What do you get?"

"Remember the thirty-six hours before we met? Compare them to the thirty-six hours you've been with us. Is your life better then or now?"

"Now! But what do you get?"

"We get the satisfaction of giving you a gift. We've been giving you a gift since we met you and we haven't said what the gift is. The gift is that we choose to love you."

"Yeah! The guy Friday night paid me a hundred and loved me all over that cheap hotel room." Randi said.

I said, "That wasn't love and you both knew it. We aren't offering that to you. Andrea, Sammi, Kelly, Megan and I want your lives to work for you. We saved your lives, now we'll open a couple doors for you and if you want, if it works for you, you'll walk through the doors into a new life that just may work better than where you were headed."

"No strings?"

Andrea and I shook our heads. Andrea said, "No strings. Can I share a story with you? A true story."

"Ok." Catherine said.

"When I was a little girl my Dad started a business. He sold tires. Tires for cars, trucks, tractors, anything with wheels. The business got big and Daddy hired a man to help run the business. I thought he was about as good a man as I was going to find, so when he paid attention to me I was interested. He took his time and after five years we got married. He kept working for my Dad until the day Dad died. Then he took over running the tire business. He stopped being the nice guy who worked for my Daddy and thought the tire business was his. He figured out that if I died the business was his. The business was worth a few million so he hired two men to rape and kill me. Nick, Sammi and Kelly saved my life. My now ex-husband is in prison and I sold the business to a good family. Nick never asked me for anything. They took me in and shared their lives with me. Just like we did with the three of you."

"When we get to Orlando we can just say, "Thanks for the ride" and walk away? Catherine asked.

"No. We'll make sure you have a little starting money. You may be alive and out of Texas but you still have problems. High on the list of problems is the fact that you don't exist. You have no identification. Sam is already working on a solution for that, but if you choose to walk, we won't stop you." I said.

Andrea said, "The drive between Mobile and Orlando is about eight hours. When we arrive it will take about an hour for us to do paperwork and rent a van. Until we rent the van you don't need to decide if you're staying with us or going on your own. If you aren't going with us we may not rent a van, we may fly home. What I'm saying is that we don't need a decision now."

Megan checked in from white. 'Renee wants to know where the farm is. Do we tell?'

'I don't think so.' I said. 'If something happens and they decide to stay in Florida or leave us along the way I think it should be hard to link us to them.'

'Our name and phone numbers are on the trucks.' Kelly said.

'So much for identity security. Go ahead, tell her.' I said.

Megan told Renee and I told Randi and Catherine. Kelly listened inside Randi and Catherine to see how they were doing. Megan listened to Renee. I took a nap. When we were on the toll road near Disney World Kelly woke me and we began getting ready to turn the trucks over to Disney and packing for a two week trip home.

Randi, Catherine and Renee watched. Everything the three of them owned they either were wearing or it would all fit in one plastic bag from Target. I said, "We probably ought to toss everything in both fridges. Anything left inside with be either green or brown and attack us if we leave things in the fridges."

Megan gave Renee the job of bagging the fridge in white.

Our loads were unloaded in perfect condition and we were loading things into a Disney World van for the trip off property when the head of Animatronics drove up in a golf cart like cart. He greeted us and asked, "In the fourteen days, you're going where?"

"Wyoming." I answered.

He smiled and handed me a packet of papers. "These authorize you to drive the vehicle anywhere in the U.S. and include the insurance papers and a credit card for the fuel and any repairs the van may need."

"Whoa! That's too kind. The paint is enough! A van and gas for a big trip, that's super generous."

"I found a way to write it off as advertising." He pointed to the wild Disney World paint all over the van. "It doesn't hurt that the van will be full of pretty women."

Kelly stepped to him, wrapped him in her arms and kissed his cheek. She said, "Thank you, for the van and thinking we're pretty." 

She was followed by six other women. When Randi kissed him she said, "Thanks a lot. You maybe should wash your face before you go home. Your wife and kids might not understand five or six different shades of lipstick on you."

He smiled and said, "I'm not married. I'm having dinner this evening with friends from my Church. I'm not washing before dinner!"

Randi said, "I'd give you my phone number to show them, but I don't have a phone!" We all laughed. He got back in his cart. We gave keys to the two trucks to the manager of the distribution center and by five o'clock we were back on the road.

Three hours later we pulled into a nice looking motel in Valdosta, Georgia.  I reached for the door handle and stopped. I asked, "Catherine, Randi and Renee. I haven't heard you say if you're going all the way home with us or leaving us somewhere between Orlando and Wyoming."

Catherine said, "I can't speak for them, but I'm looking forward to meeting my two sisters in Nebraska."

Randi said, "If I stay close to Catherine every time I see her I'll be reminded of how close we came to being dead. That just might keep me alive a few more years. I'll go to Nebraska, too."

"I want to meet Butch!" Renee said. "I want to meet Kay and Sam, too. There's something mysterious about all of you and I love mysteries."

"Ok, Let me get us three rooms and well sleep for a while." I said. I got three rooms with two queen sized beds in each room. We agreed to shower, change clothes and have a meal at the Cracker Barrel. I got the three keys in my hand and asked, "Who is sleeping in room 51?"

Megan raised her hand. Randi raised her hand. I handed the key for room 51 to Randi. I held up the key for room 52 and asked, "Who's staying in 52?" Andrea took the key from me. Kelly raised her hand, then moved close to Andrea. I held up the key to room 53. Sammi took it. She said, "That leaves room in any of the rooms for you three."

"Can I ask a question?" Renee asked.

Sammi answered, "Of course."

"Is there going to be sex?"

"If there is, it's consensual. No one in this tribe forces activities on anyone. Let me make this easy for you. In room 51 are Megan and Randi. If they share one bed that leaves a bed. In 52 are Andrea and Kelly. Again that leaves a bed. In 53 is Sammi, leaving a bed and a half. If Nick gets invited into 51 I'd guess there will be sex. Oh, let's be honest. Wherever Nick stays there will be sexual activity. So, Nick choose. Which room are you staying in tonight?"

"Fifty-three, if Sammi would like that."

"I'd love that." Sammi said.

Renee asked, "Do you want privacy?"

"We're truckers. Not much privacy in our lives. If you choose to stay in 53, it won't inhibit us at all. Or, you can choose either other room."

Renee said, "I'd like to stay in 52. When we get to your home Andrea and Kelly will be leaving and I want to know them better."

We looked at Catherine. She said, "Part of me wants to go into 53 and part of me wants to stay with Megan and Randi. I know if I stay in 53 I'll want to have sex with Nick, but that wouldn't be right. I don't know what to do."

Megan got really close to Catherine's ear and whispered, "Stay in our room. You won't regret it."

Catherine said, "Ok. I'll stay with Megan and Randi."

I heard, 'Nick, can we all have orgasms tonight? Please?' I couldn't identify the voice in my head.

I thought, 'I'm not in charge of distribution. If I was I'd have everyone having orgasms often!'

Sam's voice said, 'I'll let Kathy know to get home. I'll see if Linda, Danni and Donna are available.'

'I'm headed home right now,' Danni said.

We were still standing in the motel parking lot. I said, "Let's clean up, have dinner and then start something!"

We laughed and did exactly that.

We shared three dinners at the Cracker Barrel, went back to the rooms and Sammi and I went to room 53. After we showered I gave Sammi a slow massage and Megan, Andrea and Kelly got Randi, Renee and Catherine into bed. When they focused on what was happening in our room I became aware that the tribe was all present and accounted for.

Sammi relaxed and let me pamper her, kissing her breasts and sensually touching all the skin I had massaged. My hands caressed her and I felt not only her body but each member of the tribe. I twisted Andrea's nipples when she wanted them twisted. A few seconds later Megan thought about having her nipples pulled. I pulled until my fingers slipped off her nipples and I heard Sam moan.




Sometimes the Good Guy Wins Ch. 08



I worked... no, I played my way down their bodies until my mouth touched the inside of their vulvas. I felt each difference in their pussies, and savored the taste of each woman as I licked, sucked and penetrated them. 

The feeling changed. I tasted Kathy and knew she had started her period. It excited all of us. Kathy was closest to having an orgasm. Her juices flowed and I licked them up as best I could. Then I felt lips and a taste that was new. I heard Catherine in my head, 'Oh God! What's happening to me?'

No one answered. The tribe just included Catherine, Randi and Renee in our orgy. Words were not shared with them, but every feeling, every touch and every part of our loving joining were shared with them.

Kathy shook hard and came in her bed in Virginia. Her orgasm pushed Linda, Donna and Danni over the edge and all three screamed as they flooded. Seconds later Sammi came, riding my face and nearly drown me. She was joined by Randi, Renee, Catherine and Kay screaming and thrashing on their beds. Sam begged me to finish her off and Kelly passed out as the energy of the combined orgasms overwhelmed her. I kept eating Sammi until four voices asked me to stop.

Sammi moved from above my face to swallowing my cock, still from above me. She didn't adopt the classic sixty-nine posture, but moved to between my legs and swallowed my erection. Her tongue and lips worked magic on me and very soon I was feeling the urge to pop. The door to our room opened and Kelly came in. She moved onto the bed and shared my cock with Sammi.

Seeing the two of them looking at my face as they shared my cock was incredible and almost instantly I was squirting into their mouths. I made an effort to delay cumming, but I joyfully failed! Each pump of my seed into their mouths seemed to drain me of energy. Sammi sucked the last few molecules out of me. Seconds later I was asleep. The energy required to cum in thirteen women took its toll.

When I woke up it was pre-dawn outside. Sammi was spooned behind me, Kelly in front. As soon as I opened my eyes they both woke up and Sammi jumped out of bed, running to the bathroom. Kelly turned to face me and we kissed.

She said, "When you get morning breath from eating the tribe, it tastes strange. Not bad, just strange."

'If it's strange, it's probably my fault.' Kathy said.

'Maybe it's the inclusion of three new pussies.' Kelly said.

'Check on our three newbies, would you? That experience could have really thrown them.' I asked.

'They're still asleep.' I heard. I had a thought... given to me or my own, I'll never know. The result of the thought was me, sitting up and saying, out loud, "Ok. Everybody up and dressed. We need to be on the road in less than an hour. Let's go. It's been too long since we've been home!"

I got no argument and thirty-six minutes later Kelly was behind the wheel and we were headed for Atlanta. Kelly drove for five hours and when we got to Chattanooga we stopped for food and gas.

I filled the van with gas and Megan stepped up to me and asked for the keys. I asked, "You're driving?"

"Honey, I can't take a turn in either Freightliner, but I can drive this! I want to feel like I'm a driver too."

I handed her the keys. She stood next to me with one arm around my waist. Her breast pressed against my side. She asked, in a soft voice, "You think they're going to talk about last night?"

"Maybe, if one of you starts talking about dreams."

Everyone piled back into the van, pit stopped, exercised and carrying food. I sat near the back. I started eating my sandwich and Kelly asked Andrea, "How did you sleep last night?"

Renee was sitting next to me and her sandwich stopped moving to her mouth. Her mouth was open and the bread was two inches from her mouth. It stopped moving.

Andrea answered, "I slept really well, after." 

Kelly nodded and then looked out the window. A few seconds passed and Catherine asked, "After what?"

"After the mind blowing orgasm I had. I know I screamed. You had to have heard me."

"No, I didn't hear you. I was in 51. I did hear Megan scream when she had an orgasm! She was in bed alone and Oh My God! It was unbelievable!"

"What? That Megan would have an orgasm?" I asked.

"She thrashed around on the bed and she wasn't touching herself!"

Randi spoke up. "I saw her. Hell, maybe I'm crazy, but I felt what she was feeling. I've been fucked thousands of times, but what happened last night blew me away. It wasn't fucking."

"What was it?" Sammi asked as she turned enough to look directly at Randi.

Randi looked at Sammi and said, "It was more emotional. I was dreaming that someone else was loving someone and I was tuned in. I was feeling everything she was feeling, including his emotional connection to her."

"How was that for you?" Sammi asked.

"Incredible! I want to feel that again!"

"Catherine, did you experience something strange last night, too?" Sammi asked.

She nodded. "I watched Megan and started feeling what she was feeling. But, that can't happen. No matter what you feel I can't feel it, too. But I did feel it. Last night I had the feelings I've been looking for every time I've been in bed with anyone. I felt someone's love. It wasn't just the attention to my clit so I could get off, it was different."

Renee said, "It was him using his body to communicate an emotional connection with me, only I know it wasn't with just me. It was with Kelly too. We both came, her in one bed and me in the other bed!"

Sammi asked, "Would you want that to happen again?"

All three nodded.

I asked, "After you had an orgasm, did you feel yourself? Put a finger into yourself?"

They nodded again. "Wet or more than wet?" I asked.

Randi answered, "I was dripping cum! Not just mine, mine is different"

Sammi asked, "Did you taste it?" Randi nodded.

"Yes." She blushed a little. "I've tasted man cum before and that's what it tasted like."

"You can ask Megan and she can tell you she was filled with man cum too." Sammi said. "So was I."

"It's Ok that you were, you were with Nick!" Her face gave away her thought, even to me. I heard, 'She thinks you did it.'

I asked, "Do you believe in things that don't make sense?"

"I guess, sometimes."

"A few days ago two guys grabbed the three of you with the intention of killing you. They took you to an abandoned warehouse and got three body bags ready for you. Two cops showed up and stopped the two guys. Then one of the cops came back to kill you. He didn't. Five minutes later we had you in our truck and we were headed out of Texas. Did you wonder how we found you? Why we got of the highway, went to that warehouse and got you out?"

"It's too weird. I quit thinking about it." Catherine said.

"I can explain it to you, but it will still be too weird. I can explain last night too. Interested, or shall we talk about the weather?"

"I'm interested. I've already agreed to live on the farm. I'm thinking weird is pretty normal around all of you." Renee said.

Kelly, Sammi and I smiled. I said, "Megan heard your fear when you realized they intended to kill you. She listens and hears what people think. We found you by listening to you and following the thoughts back to the three of you. Megan reached out with her mind and touched the two cops who came to the warehouse. She convinced the one cop that he killed you and disposed of the bodies."

"She listens to us all the time?" Randi asked.

Sammi said, "No. We can tune in or shut it off. Your fear was loud and strong. She heard it."

"You said, We." Catherine said.

"Every woman in the tribe has the magic."

"What about Nick?" Renee asked, looking at me.

I shook my head and Sammi answered, "Nick can hear the things we aim at him. He would never have heard you in the warehouse. He might have felt he was near something powerful, something that needed attention, but he wouldn't be able to really hear the three of you. If he was in the white truck and I was in pink I could tell him about something I saw up ahead before he was close enough to see it himself."

"But all of you hear what each other think? Just not Nick."

"Last night Nick went to bed with me." Sammi said. "Our intention was to share with the tribe and with you. You've had plenty of unpleasant experiences in your lives. We seldom join without sharing that energy. We shared with you. You get to choose. We can isolate you from those feelings, that connection, or we can include you. The cum you found was Nick's. If you go to the farm and ask Sam or Kay they felt what you felt, they filled with his cum too. Donna and Linda in Nebraska felt it too."

"How does it work?"

"None of us really knows. We kind of know the mechanics of how but have no idea why."

"It can happen again?" Renee asked.

"Yes. And, any of the women in the family can touch you any time you ask." Kelly said.

Four hours after we left Atlanta we pulled into a truck stop near Nashville. As Megan parked next to the pumps I asked, "Why not a gas station?"

"We're truckers. Anyway truck stops have better snacks."

As we piled out Kelly said, "And more stalls in the bathrooms!"

As I stood in the Men's Room I wondered who would take the next shift driving. I knew it wouldn't be any of our newbies, they didn't have licenses.

When they came back to the van Renee carried a bag, Catherine carried a bag of ice for our ice chest. No one asked for the keys, so Megan handed them to me. I started the van and Andrea sat shotgun. As we got going Andrea put a diet Coke in the drink holder closest to me and put an open bag of chips on the dash within easy reach.

North and slightly West of Nashville I aimed us at St Louis. The conversation in the van had centered on the magic for most of the trip before Nashville. After Nashville it changed. Randi began asking about how Sammi could let me love more than her.

"Sammi, you are Nick's first wife, right?"

"No. Annie was his first wife. I watched as Nick loved her and I watched as she was diagnosed with cancer, wasted away and died. I watched as Nick isolated himself and survived, but wasn't alive."

Kelly added, "He was gone from all of us for five years. I'd see him sometimes at a truck stop and I'd cry to see how empty he was."

"Then a miracle happened." Sammi said. "He woke up! He was trucking and picked up a hitcher. He hadn't done that in years, but that time he did and it was Donna. They got caught in a snowstorm and not only met Linda they bedded her together. Donna and Linda now live and work in Grand Island, Nebraska. You'll meet them tomorrow. After the storm Nick left them both in Grand Island and went to Wyoming. He delivered the load to the farm and we hooked up there."

"You were on the farm?" Randi asked.

"No. I'd just filed for divorce and was visiting my daughter at college in Florida. All my things were in Nick's truck and Nick, my stuff and I all came together at the farm."

"Why did you send your things to the farm?" Renee asked.

""That's where I grew up. The farm is where Nick and I grew up. Our parents still lived there."

"Wait!" Catherine said, loudly.  "You and Nick are brother and sister?"

I said, "No! My sister was named LeeAnn. She grew up and married Frank. Years later she divorced him and finally told the truth and faced me with the truth. She didn't like being LeeAnn and she wanted to be married to the ... to the..."

Sammi finished my sentence, "...to the man I had loved all my life, Nick. So, I changed my name and became Sammi. I climbed into the white Freightliner and became a trucker's wife."

Kelly spoke, "They went to get a load and on the way we met at a truck stop. I'd known Nick when he and Anne were married. I saw him sitting having food with Sammi and knew they loved each other, knew Nick was back alive. I ate with them and Sammi listened to my heart and what I was saying to myself. That night we became a threesome. Sammi knew I loved Nick and had loved him for years. Her heart is so big she just opened it and I was in."

"And Nick was Ok adding you too?" Catherine asked.

"Are you kidding? Kelly is hot! I'd been so emotionally shut down for so long that when Linda and Donna broke me open and then Sammi flooded me with the love I'd been missing for years I was ready to love Kelly too." I said.

Sammi said, "It was about that time when Nick discovered that my Momma and I could listen to people's thoughts and we could speak to each other even though we were hundreds of miles apart. I talked with Momma and with Nick. We decided to get married in Denver on our way back to Los Angeles."

"Who was getting married?" Renee asked.

Sammi raised her left hand, wiggling her fingers. Kelly raised her left hand, wiggling her fingers. Sammi said, "Donna and Linda drove from Grand Island to Denver and got married too. Megan was there, but we wanted her to wait until she was twenty-one to get married so we didn't include her until months later."

"Please, lets stop." I said. "The short version is in the last year we all went from either not being married to married to all of us or from single to married to all of us. The only member of the tribe who is not married to us is Danni who would have a huge conflict of professional interest if she was married to us."

Catherine asked, "You mentioned that your parents live on the farm. Is Renee going to be living with your parents?"

"Sort of." I said. "Dad died. Everyone here in the van and a few others call Sam Momma. She was LeeAnn's Momma and was married to my Dad. When Dad died his link to the magic became mine. Momma is no longer my Momma. She shortened her first name from Samantha to Sam. She wears a ring exactly like the ring on Sammi's finger and the rings on Megan, Kay, Linda, Donna, Andrea and Kathy."

"And you have sex with all of them?" Randi asked.

"And, with you." Kelly said. Randi shot her a strange look and then remembered the experience of having sex with me without me being there.

Suddenly Sammi sat up straighter and nodded her head. I noticed it in the rearview mirror. Someone was talking to her.

"Kathy took the cum she found in herself to a lab. They said it was perfect semen from a man who had a vasectomy over a year ago. There were no sperm in it." Sammi said. 

Catherine asked, "How do you know that?"

"She just told me." Sammi said. "She also told me that the weather map at her station shows a storm near St. Louis. Maybe we should listen to the radio."

I had been looking at a very dark bank of clouds to the north and west of us. I believed it was moving north and east and we might miss it. I had dropped my speed a little in that hope. Andrea tuned around on the radio and found a trucker's weather station. Ten minutes later we knew St. Louis was being rained on and the storm was moving north east of St. Louis. We might catch a little rain but the main storm would have left St. Louis before we crossed the bridge.

Catherine got excited when she saw lightning and even more excited when she heard the thunder. I turned us onto the bridge and it seemed everyone's attention in the van was on the storm and crossing the river.

Sammi suddenly asked, "Who has the cell phone?"

Kelly handed it to her and a few seconds later we all heard Sammi say, "Yes! Can you connect me to the St. Louis police department please." I kept driving and listening. Everyone else in the van focused on Kelly, not my driving or the storm.

She said, "Officer, there is a white Dodge van crossing the bridge into St. Louis right now. There are three men in the van and twenty-five automatic weapons." She paused, then said, "They are headed for a meat packing plant on Edison to sell the weapons."

She paused again and said, "No." She hung up the phone.

Andrea said, "The van she called about is the one two lanes to our right and up ahead a little." We all looked. It was a slightly dirty panel van with no commercial markings on it. Nothing on the outside would draw attention to it or to the way it was being driven.

Randi asked, "You heard the men in the van?" Kelly nodded. It was quiet in the van for miles, until we saw the van take an exit and leave the highway. 

Megan said, "The sale isn't going to happen. The police believed Kelly. They have the Stock Yard building surrounded and they will deliver the weapons to the police when they arrive."

"And no one will ever know we had anything to do with it." Andrea said.

I headed west for another half an hour. I pulled off I-40 and traded the driver's seat with Andrea. We gathered eats and gas and motored on toward Kansas City. Catherine, Randi and Renee were getting frustrated that Megan, Kelly, Sammi and Andrea could tap into thinking around them and the three of them couldn't. I kept hearing them ask why.

At one point we passed a truck and it was obvious, even to me, that the four people in the truck were upset and it looked like an argument was going on. Renee asked, "What is she so upset about?"

Kelly answered, "Her husband wants to spend $300 on something for his boat. She thinks the three hundred should go toward a new bed."

I said, "If she tells him she promises him sex twice a week for the first year on the new bed, she'll get the bed."

Megan closed her eyes, concentrating. Andrea backed us away from their truck a ways and then moved us forward and we passed them. The man looked happy. The recently upset wife looked happy. I looked at Megan. She held her arms out to her sides, smiled and said, "She thought of it on her own."

"Right!" Kelly said.

Randi said, "With that power a girl could get rich as a hooker."

"Did we use it for personal gain?" Andrea asked.

"No, but you could."  Catherine said.

"I don't think so." Sammi said. "I've never tried it for personal gain, but I don't think it will work."

Renee asked, "What is she thinking about?" As we passed a woman alone in an older pick up. There were boxes piled in the back of the truck.

Kelly said, "Everything she owns is in those boxes. She was thinking about how her life all comes down to those sixteen boxes. She is sad and angry. Her husband died of cancer ten days ago. She's moving back to her Dad's farm just outside Lexington Kansas. Her Mom died last year. She's angry because she keeps saying to herself, "It shouldn't be this way."

Andrea said, "She put on her turn signal. She's getting off for gas and food."

"Can you get off too?" I asked.

"Sure. Not much traffic out here." Andrea said as she slowed up and followed the old pick up off I-40. The woman pulled alongside the pumps, got out and started pumping fuel. I had Andrea pull to the door of the store and I went inside. I went to the cashier and said, "See the woman pumping at pump six?" She nodded. "I'll pay for her fuel. When she comes in to pay tell her that she won the tank full of gas and there's no charge."

"Why are you doing this?" The young cashier asked.

"It makes me feel good to do something nice for someone and they don't even know it's us."

The woman hung the fill hose back on the pump and came inside. I moved to the cooler and got three diet Cokes. The woman said, "I got twenty-one point three gallons. That's seventy-five-sixty-six."

The young woman behind the counter smiled and said, "No, it isn't! Congratulations. You're our three hundredth customer this month and the boss gives the three hundredth customer their gas for free!"

"Really?" The woman asked.

I said, "Wow! I was going to fill up, but I decided to by Cokes first. You really are lucky!"

She smiled and said, "Free gas! I can afford a Coke too." She went to the case and got a liter of diet Coke. I put the gas and the four diet Cokes on my card and walked out. The cashier gave her her Coke.

Back in the van Kelly said, "Nick loves saving the damsel in distress."




Sometimes the Good Guy Wins Ch. 08



Sammi kissed me and said, "I was a damsel in distress. Nick saved me."

Andrea said, "I was a damsel in distress and he saved my life!"

I heard Donna in my head, 'I was a damsel in distress and he saved me, too.'

Renee jumped and said, "Who was that? I heard a voice in my head!"

"It was Donna." Sammi said.

Renee asked, "Randi, did you hear Donna?" Randi shook her head.

"It was like she was right here with us, only she wasn't here."

Randi said, "I didn't hear a thing."

Sammi said, "Some people don't. I don't know why."

"Where is Donna?" Renee asked.

"In Grand Island, Nebraska." I answered.

"That's hundreds of miles away!" Renee exclaimed. "I heard her like she was right here!" She pointed to the seat right beside her butt.

"It's actually about two hundred fifty miles as we drive it." Sammi said. "But I think thoughts by-pass I-40."

"That's so weird." Renee whispered.

Randi said, "Remember when you were in school and saw three or four girls talking and you really wanted to know what they were saying, but you couldn't hear them? That's how I feel when I know you can hear things I can't hear!"

"Nick knows there are lots of conversations going on around him. He only hears what we aim at him. He knows that we listen to his thoughts, all his thoughts almost all the time. Ask him how frustrating it is for him to live with us like this."

"It's different for me! I'm a woman! Men think differently than we do! They don't mind missing things. I want to know everything!"

I smiled. I had never wanted to tap into all their thoughts, all their conversations. Randi was right, we do think differently.

'Think she will ever tune in?' Sammi asked.

'Yup. Right after she lets go of wanting to use the magic for personal gain.'

Sammi nodded her head ever so slightly.

Randi caught the tell, "See! You just did it! You had a conversation and I couldn't hear it! What was it?"

I faced her and asked, "If you had the power, how would you use it?"

"I'd listen to all your thoughts. All meaning all of us in the van."

"What about when we're at a gas station and a good looking man is getting gas nearby?" Sammi asked.

"I'd listen. Men are already pretty easy to read, but it would be easier to see if they were married if I could listen to their thoughts."

Andrea spoke up, "Randi, are you up for a wager?"

"Depends. What's the wager?"

"We're on our way to Grand Island to start you and Catherine in new lives. Linda and Donna can be great teachers, mentors, for both of you. Or, you can keep thinking of yourself first and only. I don't know anything, but I think the reason we can communicate like we do is because we think of others before we think of ourselves."

Randi protested, "I think of others!"

"Maybe I'm wrong. It wouldn't be the first time. Here's the bet: You live with Linda and Donna for six months, following their coaching and doing whatever they ask you to do. At the end of six months if you still can't hear I will personally give you enough money to leave Nebraska and go anywhere in the U.S. that you want to go."

'You want us to give her lots of opportunities to give of herself for the benefit of others, listen to her reaction and her thinking about those others and when she starts really being a giver, she'll hear?' Linda's voice came through to Amanda.

'Yes!'

"Ok. I'll take the bet! Randi said. For the next fifteen miles it was quiet in the van. We rolled through farmland, seeing blue skies, brilliant white clouds in the distance and different crops. I saw miles of wheat growing alongside the interstate, then miles of corn. The wheat rippled from the wind and shimmered in the distance from the heat radiating up from the hundreds of acres of golden wheat. It was nice being a passenger instead of a driver. I indulged in the luxury of not worrying or even being concerned about miles per gallon, log books, the load shifting, tire wear, permits or any of the other things I normally thought about while I was on the road.

Instead I thought about my tribe. 'Dad was right, tribe is a great word. It instantly says more than an immediate family. It says a group of like-minded people, sharing a purpose, living together to achieve that purpose. Our purpose is to love, protect and teach. I mulled over some of the things we had done since LeeAnn and I went on the road together.'

Off in the distance I saw three silos. They were made of metal like most silos in that part of the country but unlike most these three were painted. They were painted to look like bricks and the center silo had the rectangular logo of Purena midway between the ground and the conical roof. It reminded me of a farm about halfway between Orin and Casper that had a silo painted like a rocket. I wondered if that silo still had the rocket painted on it.

A few seconds later I heard Kay's voice, 'It's still there. The paint is faded and my Dad knows the family that owns the farm. Last I heard from Dad he mentioned that their son, who painted the rocket, had died in a combine accident. His Dad can't bring himself to repaint or to paint over the rocket, so it just sits there.'

'Thanks, Kay. Do me a favor and ask your Dad to find out which paint job his Dad would pick. Maybe we can organize a paint party and get it done. What do you think?'

Sam said, 'No need to ask. I know what Bernard wants. He'd love to have the rocket refreshed to just as it was when his son painted it. His son's name was Conrad and he was three years older than you, Nick. As I remember him, he looked a lot like your Dad too.'

'Seems there's a lot of that in Wyoming.'  I thought.

Sammi laughed inside her head and said, 'Good thing Dad wasn't a trucker!' We both worked hard to not laugh out loud.

Catherine broke the verbal silence, "How will we get new identities?"

Sammi answered, "Momma, Kay and our lawyer have been working on that. The lawyer will never know who he's helping, his ethics would drive him nuts if he knew you or your stories." She paused, as if she was listening. "One way is to find someone about the same birth date as you who died as an infant. You write for, and get, a birth certificate. Then you use that certificate to establish your new identity."

"Is that possible? Won't they know she died?"

"Say she was born in Davenport Florida in 1987. She'd be twenty-four this year, same as you. If her parents moved from Davenport Florida to Spokane, Washington a few months after she was born and she died of pneumonia just shy of her first birthday, how safe do you think it would be to become her?"

"No one would ever know!"

"The hard part is finding her in the first place. Finding someone with the right birth date, assuming you want to keep the one you were born with, isn't hard. Finding one with the right birth date that died somewhere else, that's much tougher."

Renee said, "Look backwards." 

Andrea looked in the rear view mirror. Renee smiled and said, "No. First you find a death record for a child who died young and had the right birth date. I'd look in somewhere big, like Miami or Chicago. Then look on that death certificate for a rural place of birth. Find that and the search is over, if you like the name."

Sammi said, "Renee, Momma can't wait to meet you. She loves how your brain works!"

"Thank her for me."

"You just did."

I saw the buildings ahead telling me we were closing in on Lincoln Nebraska. I said, 'Donna and Linda, we're just south of Lincoln. Two hours from now we'll be in Grand Island. Fair warning.'

Kelly woke up and asked, "Randi, what size shirts do you wear?" The ride through Lincoln and for fifty miles beyond was all about clothing and sizes. I got Andrea to pull over and let me drive. I knew Kelly started the conversation because Linda and Donna wanted to buy a few things for their new colleagues, but I had little to no interest in the discussion. Two hours later I was in Grand Island being given directions to their apartment.

They came out, locked their front door and met us at the van. We squeezed them in and they gave us directions to their favorite restaurant. Anyone watching would have thought all the women were lifelong friends getting reacquainted. They also would have wondered about how I fit into the group.

By the time dinner was over Randi and Catherine were clear about their lives, for the next couple of months. We went back to Linda and Donna's place and moved Randi and Catherine in. Sammi, Linda, Donna, Kelly and I drove a short ways to a motel and had two reserved rooms with a connecting door. Andrea and Megan stayed in Linda and Donna's apartment with Randi and Catherine. The next morning we shared breakfast together at the truck stop and gave our Good-Bye hugs and kisses to Randi, Catherine, Donna and Linda. Sam let us know that new identities would be mailed to Linda for Catherine and Randi. Their new identities would be as Catherine Thomas, born in Independence Oregon and Elizabeth R. King born in Porter Maine. Because the "R" in Elizabeth's name was originally just an initial, Randi could keep being called Randi, if she wanted.

Megan drove from Grand Island to Ogallala. Then Kelly drove on highway 26 just to the edge of Wyoming. We laughed, sang, talked and watched the farmland pass by. I took the wheel in Henry Nebraska and drove the last leg home. It should have been a two hour drive but Sam spoke to me and asked that I give her a little more time. So when I was near the Glendo Reservoir I left the highway home and drove us to the water's edge. Outside the van it was just over ninety degrees and four-twenty in the afternoon. 

Megan asked why we were stopping.

"We've been riding and driving for days. I'm hot and cramped and need to stretch. I know a spot here where we can have some fun for a little while, get refreshed and then drive on to the farm."

Renee asked, "Isn't your Momma waiting for us?"

Sammi said, "Momma knows Nick wants to swim and splash. When he left the highway she laughed."

Renee asked, "Do I have a swim suit?"

I asked, "Who cares? The spot I know of isn't an official camping or swimming hole. It's just a place where we used to go when we were teens. We went there to skinny-dip."

Sammi said, "You never took me there!"

"I couldn't! I spent most of my life hiding my erections from you. That's impossible when you skinny-dip."

"We won't get caught?" Renee asked.

"I'm not worried. If we do get caught the worst that could happen is they ask us to get dressed and leave." I said.

I parked the van beside a tree about sixty feet off the road and sixty feet from the water's edge. I stood beside the driver's door and started undressing. Kelly opened the back of the van and got our three towels. She undressed at the back of the van and put her clothes on top of our suitcases. Sammi put her clothes on top of mine. Renee hesitated. Megan slathered sun screen on her breasts and genital areas and handed the tube to Renee as she exited the van.

The water was cooler than the air and felt wonderfully as we waded in. We'd been wet about a minute when Renee came out of the van, naked and moving quickly into the water. When she was in range I splashed her. She screeched and turned. All of us splashed her and she turned back to face us, splashing and laughing. We acted like kids for almost half an hour.

I kissed Sammi as we embraced chest deep in the water. Her rick hard nipples bore into my chest. Her hand reached for my penis and she started laughing. I backed up a foot and said, "What's so funny?"

"Why do men like skinny-dipping? Your big cock retreats so much you don't even have a cock right now!"

"I'm not always thinking about sticking my cock into you all. Splashing around with you is fun!"

She nodded in agreement and a few minutes later we all walked out of the water and back to the van. I stood in the sunshine and let the heat and breeze dry me. Megan and Renee used towels and dressed before the rest of us.

We were all refreshed and more relaxed when I started the van and headed home. Sam's voice thanked me for the extra time and asked if we could all go back there later in the week. The answer was "Yes!"

Our time at home was divided between business, moving Renee and Megan into the second house and play. My play included giving Kay and Sam lots of one-on-one time.

The morning of our fifth day home Sam sat next to me at breakfast and said, "We have a surprise for you, today."

I said, "I know what it is."

Sam, Kelly and Sammi got concerned looks on their faces and asked, "How can you?"

"Butch is pregnant!" I said. They all laughed. I had no idea what the surprise was. Sam said, "A package arrives at the Casper airport at one o'clock. Would you be willing to go get it or should I send Kay?"

I looked at Kay and said, "I'll go, if Kay goes with me."

Kay blushed and said, "Deal!" In my head her voice asked, 'Are you going to tease my body all the way to Casper?'

I thought, 'Maybe not all the way.' Kay blushed harder.

At eleven-fifteen Kay and I got in the newer of the pick-up trucks with Peterson Family Trucking painted on the doors and headed for Casper. I made sure there were ty-downs and bungee cords in the bed to hold whatever the package was.

Kay wore a sundress and sandals. She was showing enough that she and Sam had modified the dress to accommodate her growth. As she got in the truck she put a folded towel on the seat for her to sit on. I didn't say anything.

As we passed through Douglas she said, "You haven't made a move and I'm already dripping onto the towel."

I handed her a bottle of water and said, "Drink. We don't want you getting dehydrated." As she took a drink I reached over and rubbed her belly. Then I pulled the hem of her dress up, uncovering her legs and the lowest portion of her belly.

Her legs parted a few inches and I interpreted that as an invitation. I watched the road carefully and I felt Kay's wetness.

"I worry about you, Donna, Linda, Kathy and Danni. I don't get as much time with you as I'd like. I promise to make more time in the future. I want my children to know me on sight, not from a photograph hanging in the office."

"I've been thinking about your time with the tribe. It isn't always necessary for you to come to us. Like this Disney run.  I could fly to either L.A. or Orlando and spend a couple days with you. Megan and your son could fly to the other city and we'd get some special time with you."

"The same plan would work for Donna, Linda, Kathy and Sam." I said.

"Yes, it would. When you go back to Orlando to get the next load and the trucks, is Sam going with you or am I?"

"That's up to you and Sam. If it were practical, I'd take both of you. It isn't. I want someone with Megan while she's pregnant. Renee isn't the someone, yet. We don't know her well enough for that level of responsibility."

It was quiet in the truck for almost all the rest of the drive to Casper's airport. My hand stayed close, but not on, her vulva. Her hand held my hand pressed to her warm thigh. She finished the bottle of water.

As we walked into the terminal Kay held out her hand and said, "Keys, please."

"I can drive us home."

"No, you can't. You'll be busy." She took the keys from me and looked up at the twin doors to the terminal. They flew open and Kathy sprinted towards us. She pulled one bag and let it go when she leapt up for me to catch her. Kay captured the bag and had it by the truck when Kathy let go of the kiss we were sharing.

'I've missed you so much!' her voice said in my head. I got the bag into the truck and put Kathy in the middle. Kay started the truck and we were headed home. Once we were on the highway Kathy somehow got on my lap and got both my hands on her breasts. Kay said, "I told you you'll be busy."

'Everyone knew Kathy was coming but me?'  They both nodded.

"I like surprises." I said.

When the truck pulled between the houses and parked Kathy was naked. I was almost naked. The rest of the tribe was on the second house porch, naked. A voice spoke to me, 'Will you join with us, Water Brother?'

We dropped clothes and a suitcase on the porch and went back to the shower behind the second house. It was getting dark when someone shut off the water and we all air dried. Over supper Sam and Sammi told us they sheltered our energy so the eastern half of Wyoming didn't scream and cum while our tribe celebrated being home.

Two joyful days later Kay's Dad and Mom came by to drop off some chairs for the porches. We were not surprised by their arrival. We were dressed and had iced tea ready for them. Naturally, they stayed for supper.

After a great meal we sat in the new rockers and talked. About every twenty minutes or so someone would get up from my lap and go inside the house. Someone else would move onto my lap, we would kiss and the conversation would continue. 

Near ten o'clock Kay's Dad said, "If I hadn't been prepared by knowing Walt for many years your behavior would make me crazy."

"What did we do?" I asked.

"There are nine people out here. Two men and seven women. Sam, Sammi, Kelly, Megan and Kay have traded sitting on your lap every few minutes since you sat down. Only my wife and the new woman haven't sat on your lap or kissed you."

"They both are welcome to have a turn anytime it's Ok. Renee is new to Peterson family Trucking and has moved here to work for us."

Kay held up her hand. She said, "Daddy, we all love Nick. Two of us carry babies that were started by Nick. We share everything. Years ago I couldn't understand how someone could love more than one person. I saw my boyfriend in high school kiss another girl and I went crazy! That kiss belonged to me! Tonight I got up off Nick's lap because I wanted to share his kisses with all my sisters."

"No jealousy?" Kay's Mom asked.

Many heads shook in denial of the feeling. Kathy said, "I flew from Virginia today to have time with Nick... and all the members of our tribe. When you brought these wonderful chairs, I wasn't upset. You changed the context of our sharing, but not the sharing. When Nick kisses Megan, Kelly, Sammi or Momma I feel the intensity, the love and the caring of every kiss."

I looked at Kay's Dad and said, "It doesn't make sense."

He shook his head and Sam said, "We're going to share something with you. Something sacred. If you share what we tell you, you will put all of us in danger, including Kay and her baby." She paused, then said, "There is magic in our tribe. We don't know why we have it or exactly how it works, but it does work. Every time Nick touches one of us all the rest can feel what he's doing. We can tune in to his thoughts. We can feel the kiss when he kisses any one of us."

Kay's Momma said, "A little while ago, he kissed Kay and as I watched it was almost like he was kissing me."

Megan was on my lap. She stood and moved to an empty chair. Kay came back to my lap.

I heard Sam's voice, 'Just relax and go with us.'

Sam said, "Kay is going to kiss Nick. All of us are going to focus on the kiss and both of you will feel it."

Kay turned and put her arms around my neck. Our faces touched and I felt the tribe in the kiss. I heard voices thanking us for sharing. The kiss ended. I opened my eyes and saw tears on both Kay's Momma's face and her Dad's.

Renee said, "That's the third time I've been overwhelmed by the feelings of being loved so hard I couldn't breathe. Thank you." She was whispering. 

A voice said, 'We spend a lot of time saying Thank you and feeling gratitude.' Suddenly both Renee and Kay's Momma sat straight up and looked around. Renee said, "Who said that?"

Megan's hand went up. Sammi's hand went up. I said, "The women of the tribe can speak inside their heads and be heard by minds and hearts tuned in."

Dad said, "That explains a lot about this family. You had something to do with all the orgasms and hickies not long ago."




Sometimes the Good Guy Wins Ch. 08



"We're learning to be more careful." I said.

He said, "When Kay kissed Nick she kissed me. Only one person has ever kissed me with that intensity. I married her so I'd have access to kisses like that for the rest of my life. Is your magic the reason I felt it or is it because Kay is my daughter?" 

Kay stood up and said, "Daddy, pick any of us. Nick will kiss her and you'll feel the same intensity. We all feel it."

"Ok. Kelly."

Kelly moved into my lap, focused and we kissed. I felt lots of focused energy and I felt six women in the kiss with Kelly and I.

The kiss ended and Kay's Dad said, "I've never felt anything like that in my life."

Kay said, 'You felt it because we love you.'

He said, "I love you, too."

He heard her. Kay's Mom said, "I heard you too. Your mouth was closed. It really is magic."

They stayed the night. We talked until very late and then found places to sleep. Dan and Melissa (Kay's parents) stayed in the main house. When the door to their room closed Sam's voice spoke to the rest of the family.

'They will join tonight. Tune in and share with Nick and with Renee. I think they will join more than together. I think they will join the tribe.'

Sam and Sammi held the energy on the farm and it didn't get loose to scare the county.

After, Kay and Megan and I slept well together. When I woke up Megan was facing me with my morning wood tucked between her thighs and her eyes closed. It was dawn.

I shifted and we joined. Her eyes opened and we kissed. We kissed often and the intensity grew. Kay joined with us, then Kelly, followed by Andrea, Sam and Melissa. I felt and recognized all the energy except Melissa's. When she felt an energy surge she internally said, 'Oh God!'

I recognized her voice.

When they were all close to an orgasm I said, 'I love being joined with all of you. Cum with me.'

Four or five strokes later I felt my juice leave me and enter them all. Melissa said, 'Thank you! Thank you!'

A strong male voice said, 'Thank you! Thank you all!'

Dan and I had joined with all of them together! We relaxed and fell asleep. The women of the tribe didn't. They were energized and met in the kitchen of the main house. Breakfast was made and they talked. Dan and I slept almost an hour.

When we woke up we were not alone. We were fed by loving women and kissed often. When the food was eaten Sam said, 'If you believe you want to be part of the tribe, there is a ritual that needs to happen.'

I said, 'You need to decide... are you in the tribe for the rest of your lives?'

They both said, "Yes!"

'Then come out behind the second house, please.' Sam said. We left the two houses hand in hand in hand and went to the huge shower. Kay turned the water on and we all showered, shampooed, washed and played under the water. Sam kissed Dan and said, "From this moment on we are united by the water that gives life. You are my water brother. I love you."

I gathered Kay and Melissa in my arms and said words to the same effect. They echoed them back to me. Each was welcomed by each person under the streams of water. Renee joined as well.

After the water was shut off and the sun and breeze dried all of us I said, "From now on this farm is always open to you. Feel the need to refresh yourselves under this spray, it is here for you. Feel the desire to join us for dinner, be here. You are members of the tribe. We love you."



[As always your comments are welcomed unless you want to attack me personally. I have ex-wives and other relatives to tell me what a perverse, ignorant asshole I am. Please don't waste time repeating their beliefs. If you comments will possibly assist in me becoming a better writer, please, leave a comment.]



Sometimes the Good Guy Wins



Going to sleep never takes me long. Maybe a minute.

When the alarm woke me I got up, did a five minute clean up in my mini-bathroom and dressed in clean clothes. I opened the curtain and Donna was curled up in the shotgun seat wrapped in the blanket. It was dark outside. A light dusting of snow was blowing across the tarmac.

I said, "Good morning. I'm going inside and get a thermos of coffee and maybe even a donut. You want to share my coffee? You want to come with me and pick your own breakfast? You want to go in the back and sleep in the bed?"

She pulled on her shoes and her new coat and we walked into the truck stop. I filled my thermos with hot, black coffee and picked an apple fritter. Donna got one just like mine. I knew I had two travel cups in the rig. Ten minutes later we had each had a cup of coffee and were pulling onto the westbound interstate.

"Am I ugly?" she asked, about half an hour down the road.

"Not to me." I knew that was the opening to a long conversation.

"Then I'm more confused. If you're not going to make a move on me, why are you being so nice to me?"

"Let's see. When I was a kid I read stories about the knights who went around saving fair maidens from dragons and tyrants. I've always wanted to be one of those knights. The books didn't say anything about the maidens owing the knight anything."

"I have trouble swallowing that story."

"Ok. I've had a sister all my life. I looked out for her when we were young. She followed me around and we talked and learned from each other. I never once made a pass at her. When I met you I saw someone who needed a big brother. I applied for the job. I have a lifetime of experience being a big brother. I have a truck load of being a big brother."

"That's more believable."

"Good. Now, about the ugly part. You aren't. Your clothes say you've been mistreated in the past. Your hair needs washing and a brush. I have no idea when the last time you had make-up or lipstick on. I like a clean, no make up look on a woman. If I thought the truck stop carried women's clothes I probably would have invested in some nice things for you."

"My hair's that bad, huh?"

"Are you sure birds don't live in there?"

"Now I really feel bad."

"There's some shampoo back in the little bathroom. I know hair can be washed in that sink, I've done it. Unless you're afraid I have lice or something, you can use my brush."

"Thanks." She disappeared into the sleeper. At what I thought might be the appropriate moment I turned the wheel and turned it back, just enough to sway the truck a little.

From behind the curtain I heard, "Shit!"

"Everything Ok?" I asked.

"You may have washed your hair in this sink but it wasn't while a maniac was driving sixty miles an hour!"

"I'm not going sixty."

"Well whatever, I'm now wet to the waist."

"There are shirts in the closet. You can wear one while yours dries."

The next fifteen miles were quiet then the curtain opened and Donna sat shotgun again. She had on one of my t-shirts. She said, "Is this Ok?"

"It's a little large on you."

"No. I know that, I mean is it Ok I picked this shirt?"

"Yup." I turned on the radio. While Donna had been taking care of her hair the weather had gotten worse. The forecast coming out of the radio wasn't good news. The storm I'd last seen forecast to go north of us was now centered on our path. I was seventy miles from Grand Island, Nebraska. There's more than one big truck stop there. We could ride out the storm there.

I switched to music and pushed a little harder on the accelerator. Donna noticed.

"What's up?" 

I explained. We needed a safe spot to ride out the storm. I was headed for one. We watched the road carefully and didn't talk much. As the storm got stronger Donna turned the music off and the radio back on. The weather reports came every fifteen minutes. As we listened to the first one I slowed down to 60. By the second one I had backed off to 55. Snow was piling alongside the edges of the road and blowing across the highway.

I glanced over and saw that Donna was sitting forward on her seat, focused on the road ahead. She looked a lot like how I remember my wife, Annie, looking when we drove in storms. I got my attention back on the road.

By the time we were in Grand Island and pulling off the interstate I was doing 40. Donna had started pointing out other vehicles around us. Some I saw without help and some I was glad I had her eyes helping. I pulled into the truck stop and parked. We ran inside and got some food, a few snacks and some bottled water. We took turns using the bathrooms. While I was in the men's room Donna talked to the woman at the register. They were about the same age.

We ran back to the truck and got inside and warm. The guy on the radio said the storm would last thirty-six hours more. We watched snow blow past the big truck stop sign. The gauge on my wing mirror read 30 degrees. 

Fifteen minutes passed and Donna said, "Driving here had to be stressful. You probably ought to go in the back and get some sleep. I'll be Ok." She held up the blanket and her new coat. I checked the truck. We had enough fuel to last two days on idle. I thanked her and asked her to wake me if anything exciting happened.

"You mean like if it gets up to about eighty and sunny?"

I nodded and went in the sleeper. I added another blanket to the bed, stripped down and climbed in. I relaxed and fell into a deep sleep. Hunger woke me. Hunger or the wonderful feeling of a woman snuggled next to me. I opened an eye and saw nothing but her dark hair. 

"If I shouldn't be here, I'll get back up." Donna said.

"Feels to me like you fit right where you are."

She reached behind herself, found my hand and pulled it over her. Still holding my hand she tucked it between her breasts and scooted closer still to me. I closed my eyes and slept some more.

When I woke again it was still dark outside. I wasn't sure if it was storm dark or night dark. I could hear the wind blowing hard and I felt the rig shake a little as the wind moved east. I got up and used the tiny toilet. I opened the curtain and saw snow and lots of it. The lights of the truck stop made it illuminated well enough to see the storm was still strong.

I closed the curtain and crawled back in bed. Donna molded herself to me and said, "You're cold."

It was then I noticed she was in t-shirt and panties. She held my hand between her breasts and urged me to go back to sleep. I did.

I heard something slap the side of the cab. A few seconds later it did it again. I got up, pulled on jeans and a jacket and looked out. Someone was standing in the blowing snow outside. The lights of the truck stop were dark. All of them.

I said, "Donna, we've got company. Pull on some pants." Then I opened the door and the company climbed right in. She closed the driver's door as she sat down. She flipped the hood off her head and asked, "You're the one with a woman with you?"

Donna's voice came through the curtain. "I'm here."

The woman from the truck stop said, "Our power went out half an hour ago. I got everything locked up and knew I'd freeze if I stayed inside. Then I remembered you two. Can I stay here with you?"

Donna opened the curtain and said, "This bed is snug with the two of us in it. I'll bet it's warmer with three. What do you think Knight? Is two damsels in distress too many?"

I smiled and asked, "Do I get the middle?"

"Yes!" Donna answered. She stood and peeled her jeans back off and popped back in bed. I was right; t-shirt and panties. Our new roommate skinned down to bra and panties and joined us in bed. As I was about to close the curtain I noticed it was 25 degrees outside.

Donna said, "Tell us what happened."

I said, "Tell us who you are."

Her voice said, "I'm Linda. Linda Evans. I've worked here the last ten years, mostly the graveyard shift. Money's better on this shift. At just about midnight the lights flickered twice. I called the manager and the ass had taken the rest of the night off! Ten minutes later the power went out. I heard on the radio it's out all over town. I have a flashlight under the register so I went around and locked the place and then walked over to your truck."

"You were the only one working?"

"Me and the manager!"

"You may be the manager when the storm ends." Donna said.

"I doubt it. He's related to the owners."

We moved around a little and I ended up on my back with Donna on one side of me with her t-shirt covered chest pressed against me and Linda on the other side with her bra and lots of skin against me.

They pulled the blankets up and we settled down. I couldn't believe I was in bed with two women I'd never had sex with and the real reason we were in bed together was to stay warm.

Donna whispered, "We're not having sex."

Linda said, "I can see that."

"No, I mean we've never had sex. Ever."

"Is he gay?" Linda asked.

"No, I'm not." I said.

"Then what's up with sleeping with her and not having sex?"

"We've only known each other two days." I said. "It's a long story."

"I've got nowhere I need to go." Linda said.

"Ok. Donna is running from a bad relationship. She asked me for a ride and I gave her a ride. I figured she didn't need a guy hitting on her yet. So, I haven't."

"You want to?" Donna asked.

"Yeah, I want to. I told you, you're not ugly. You're a nice person and I've enjoyed getting to know you."

"I got into bed with you. Didn't that say something to you?"

"I made it mean you were cold."

Linda said, "He's trying to be a good guy. I'm not used to meeting up with good guys much. The guys who hit on me want me undressed and doing them on our first date."

"We haven't been on a date." Donna said. "I hitched a ride and have been with Nick ever since."

"You've slept with him twice and he didn't move on you either time?"

"She's only been in bed with me once, now, and I was asleep when she crawled into bed with me." I said.

"Maybe I should sleep on the floor and let the two of you get to know each other."

I said, "Stay where you are, please. If Donna and I are gonna take this friendship to a physical level it doesn't have to be tonight. Tonight the three of us can stay warm. We can ride out the storm and just be friends."

We were quiet. The wind outside moved the truck and made noise. I thought the uncomfortable conversation was over. I closed my eyes and started to slip into sleep.

When I became aware again I was aware that while I was asleep I moved. I was on my side and I could feel a woman spooned behind me and another spooned in front of me. My arm was over her and pressed between her breasts. The woman in front of me was Donna. She was holding my hand between her tits just like she was doing earlier.

Linda's hand was on my chest, trapped between my chest and Donna's back. I turned my head a little looking for the digital clock. I couldn't see it. Linda's hand pulled out and she shifted a little.

She whispered, "I need to go."

"Don't go far." I said. The toilet was less than six feet away. As she climbed over us and out of bed she slapped my shoulder. Not hard.

In my sleeper there's no provision for privacy. If you need to pee you need to be willing to do it where you can be seen and heard. Linda needed to pee. Once her stream began I realized she needed to pee really badly. I began to wonder if the small toilet could hold the amount she was depositing. When she finally stopped she wiped and stood up.

Donna hadn't moved until Linda stood up. She jumped up and said, "I thought you'd never stop. Now I need to go!" She pulled her panties down and sat. When she looked up she looked right into my eyes.

Linda turned and started to get back into bed. She looked at me and asked, "Just friends, right?" I nodded. She took off her bra, tossed it on her clothes and climbed in. As she settled in she pressed her generous breasts against my back. I closed my eyes and heard the toilet flush. I didn't need to go.

Donna got back in bed and grabbed my hand again. She tucked it between her breasts just as she had done before, only now the t-shirt was gone. My hand was cupping her breast, skin against skin.

Sleeping skin to skin with two warm women is a treat. I wished later I'd been able to stay awake longer and enjoyed the feeling more. I did my best.

My thoughts were on what was the right thing to do. The way I was raised had me always looking for the answer to one question, "What's the right thing to do?" I wanted to roll on top of Donna and make slow love to her. To enjoy her body and kiss lots of her anatomy in the process. I didn't want our first time to be with an audience. While I wrestled with what to do I fell asleep.

The sun was visibly up when my eyes opened again. Donna was facing me. My hand was on her back. Her hand was wrapped around my morning wood, slowly stroking me. When my eyes opened she moved a little closer and kissed me. It was not the kiss of a sister.

I gave it back with passion. My hand on her back pressed and drew her closer to me.

"I want you inside me." She whispered.

"What about..." I realized I couldn't feel Linda behind me.

"Linda is sitting shotgun. Please." She tugged on my wood and I got the message. As I moved Donna moved and we found ourselves in the missionary prayer position. Somehow she lined her slot A with my tab A and we mated. It had been less than a week since I'd been in Roanoke and mated to Kathy the news lady. This felt very different. This wasn't casual sex. This was important. As I plunged deep into Donna I realized it was ever-so-important to Donna. Important to her self-esteem, to her feeling like a woman of value and important to be connected to me.

I held her close and we moved together, making as much skin-to-skin contact as was possible. Being mindful of Linda, we tried to be quiet. I think we failed. When Donna felt me swelling towards my orgasm she reached between us and stroked her clit. She lifted her legs, deepening my penetration and the sensations I felt within her. On one particular stroke my movement in her wetness made a very wet noise and we both started to laugh at the noise, knowing Linda had heard us. Two noisy strokes later, we both came. 

We stopped moving and stayed connected as we kissed. When I wilted enough that I could feel our juices starting to leak out, I moved and pressed my face into her pussy. A protein breakfast! The side effect of what I was doing was that the bed stayed dry. The other side effect was that Donna came three times.

After, she pulled me up and whispered how she'd never been eaten before and hadn't believed all that stuff about multiple orgasms. We kissed a few more times and Donna pulled her t-shirt back on. She stood and opened the curtain.

"Thanks," She said to Linda. "You can come back to bed now."

Linda had been wrapped in a blanket on the shotgun seat. She had also been masturbating. She stood up and faced the bed and me. She dropped the blanket and I saw how red and swollen her pussy was. She climbed over me and plopped down. Donna picked up the blanket and wrapped herself in it.

She said, "I know that Linda wants some of what you just gave me. I would if I'd been sitting up here. I'm gonna sit up here for a while. I think you should make sweet love together." She pulled the curtain and sat down.

Linda moved over me and stopped when we were face to face. She moved her face a bit closer to mine and I kissed her. She was hot.

"You taste like cum and pussy." She whispered.

"And, with your permission, I'll add the taste of you."

She positioned herself on her back and spread her legs. It was nice and warm in the sleeper so when I scooted down to face her pussy I pushed the blanket onto the floor. Her lips were swollen and between them she was quite wet. The fragrance of arousal was strong. Using my hands I lifted her legs and held them wide apart. My face was an inch from her tender parts.

Instead of diving in deep I moved my head just a little and began kissing the edge of her slit, right where the skin turns and heads inside. I started at the top and worked my way down one side and up the other. When I reached the spot where I had started I reversed course and started back again.

Her hips lifted just a fraction; she wanted more. I smiled in my thoughts. When my kisses were again at the top of her slit I pushed my tongue inside her slit and bumped into her nub. Her hands grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her slit, rubbing her wetness and her clit against my face.

"Oh, Nick, That's the spot!" 

I knew it. Her juices were flowing and her hands all but pulled the hair off my head. I had a sudden understanding of why some men shave their heads. They don't like having their hair pulled during sex! I kept bumping her clit and licking between her lips. 

It didn't take long before she was squirming on the bed and shaking all over. I kept licking and flicking her.

"I'm... Oh God!" She took a huge breath and said, "Now!"

Her back arched, her legs squeezed my head and she did her best to drown me in sweet pussy juice. I stopped touching her clit and satisfied myself with licking up her juices.

After the third aftershock she said, "Enough! Come up here." Her hands still held my hair. They assisted me in knowing exactly where they wanted me to go. When my wet nose was half an inch from hers she let go of my hair. We kissed. She carried the kisses beyond my mouth and licked and kissed the juices from my face.

I moved a bit more and lay down beside her. She turned on her side and faced me. "I haven't had sex in three years. Not since my husband died. I can't have babies and I don't have a disease. I'm already happy and pretty content and if you want to be inside me, I'd be honored to have you inside."

Before I could answer or move we heard Donna from the other side of the curtain. "Love her, Nick. Don't just fuck her. Love her."

She lifted a leg and I moved just enough to slide into her. We joined that way, me on my right side her on her left. Her hands held my face. My hands held her breasts. They were big, soft and warm. She liked them squeezed.

When my thumb grazed over her nipple she moaned into my mouth. I shifted and penetrated deeper into her. She pulled her top leg up and put her arm over it, trapping it between us and changing the feeling of being inside her. I knew I was bumping against her clit every time I bottomed out. 

In between kisses she said, "A little harder please." I rolled on top if her, still holding her leg trapped between us. I pushed harder and faster. 

She pulled her other leg up and I put my arm outside it, trapping both legs between my arms and up by her chest. I stroked harder and faster into her.

"Oh my God! Fuck me John! Fuck me good!"

John? Who was John? I didn't ask. I could feel the muscles in her channel spasming and she said, "Now! Now!"

My hands held her behind her knees and I pistoned into her, pressing down on her legs. She grunted, groaned and gasped for breath. I felt my stuff gathering wherever it gathers just before launch and then I felt me filling her puss with my load.

I stayed still after I released her legs. I was still deep inside her. The curtain opened and Donna joined us in bed. She kissed me and then kissed Linda. She brought some tissues to bed with her and she used them to sop up some of our combined juices. The rest she gathered from my cock and Linda's pussy the old fashioned way, with her tongue.

We snuggled for a while without talking. That suddenly ended when we heard a slap on the outside of the truck. All three of us scrambled into clothes and when we were somewhat presentable I opened the curtain and looked out. Three men stood looking up into my truck. The storm was over and it was daylight. I rolled the window down.




Sometimes the Good Guy Wins



The man in a suit called up, "Is Linda in there?"

"Who's askin?"

"I own this truck stop! My name is Reynolds, Hank Reynolds. She left a note inside saying she locked everything up and went to find a warm truck."

"She found one. Linda, wake up. The storm is over and I think your boss wants to talk to you."

Linda came out of the sleeper dressed and sat in the driver's seat. "Let me put my boots on and I'll come inside, Mr. Reynolds."

"Take your time. Are you Ok?"

"Yes, Nick and his wife were nice enough to let me stay warm in here."

"His wife?" 

Donna came out of the sleeper dressed and looked over Linda at the owner. She waved. The owner asked, "Where was Mitchell when the power went out?"

"He took the night off. At least that's the message he left on my machine."

"Oh really? Well, come inside as soon as you can. In fact I'd like to see all three of you inside. Ok?"

I answered, "Sure, we'll pull on some boots and be in shortly."

Mr. Reynolds and his two muscles walked away. We pulled on boots and jackets and followed them inside.

The staff were mostly back at work, opening up and getting ready for a busy day. We sat with Mr. Reynolds in the café. A young waitress brought coffee. Mr. Reynolds said, "Have Willi make up a big breakfast for these three, and an English muffin for me." The young waitress said, "Yes Sir" and disappeared into the kitchen.

He asked Linda if she could remotely retrieve messages from her home machine. She nodded. He handed her his cell, after he put it on speaker. She dialed and put in her code. We heard, "Linda, not much happening around here. I'm going home. Hank never comes by late so it'll be Ok. Thanks." A mechanical voice said, "You have no new messages." She gave Mr. Reynolds back his phone.

Breakfast arrived. Mr. Reynolds said, "Before you go, fill up your rig. No charge. Did you buy that jacket here?"

Donna nodded and Reynolds said, "I'll give you back your money. It's the only way I can think of to thank you properly."

I said, "That's nice and all, but not necessary. We didn't do anything with a reward in mind. Opening the door to Linda was just the right thing to do."

"I'll be insulted if you won't accept my thanks."

"Then, thank you. We accept."

Hank turned and faced Linda. "As for you. As of last night you are the manager. I can finally get rid of my wife's lazy, no good brother! I can have someone I trust manage the night shift!"

"Does that mean more money?"

"Damn right! Night manager gets six hundred a week more than you've been getting. You get hiring and firing power on your shift as well. I already know you know how to do the job, you've been trying to cover for numb-nuts for two years. Congratulations."

He excused himself and left us. As we finished the huge breakfast Linda said, "This ought to be fun to watch."

We looked around and asked, "Why?"

"Cause numb-nuts just walked in."

The clock above the door read 7:52am. Night shift was officially over at 8:00am, Linda told us. He spotted the three of us having breakfast and walked over. 

"Linda, your shift isn't over yet."

"It's OK. All my work for this shift is done. Can't I have a little breakfast with friends?"

"Is everything around here Ok?"

"Everything around here is better than it's been in two years!"

"I want to see the logs for last night. Go get them and bring them to my office." He turned as if to leave and Linda said, "Sorry. That's going to be impossible."

"What? Why can't you do it?"

"Two reasons. One: because Mr. Reynolds has the reports and Two: because you don't have an office anymore."

"You are so full of shit! Hank hasn't been here this early once in two years."

"But, three years ago when we had a power outage, in the middle of the night, he was here by sun up."

A voice was heard from the other side of the café, "Where have you been all night, numb-nuts?"

"You know my sister doesn't like it when you call me that."

"Ok, just this once, Mitchell, where were you for the last ten hours?"

I could almost smell the cobwebs burning between Mitchell's ears. He said, "I didn't feel good, so I had to go home."

"Did you tell Linda you were going home sick? Did you call me and tell me you were sick?"

"It was late. I didn't want to wake you."

"You did tell Linda, before you left? Didn't you?"

"I couldn't find her, so I left her a message on her machine."

"Here is the cash register tape. For the fifteen minutes before you called Linda and the fifteen minutes after, she was at the register. But you couldn't find her."

"Maybe we should talk about all this in private?" Mitchell said when he realized that almost every employee was watching and listening.

"Not necessary." He waved and the two muscles from before came forward. "Pete and Jack will escort you to your office. You can take your personal items with you in a box. If you attempt to take something that belongs to me or the truck stop they will take pleasure in beating the hell out of you and tossing your bloody carcass in the snow outside. If you are inside this building fifteen minutes from now I'm not responsible for any accident that may befall you."

He turned and faced Linda, "Can you be back to work tonight?"

She nodded. He said, "I'll put an ad in the papers for a new cashier. You'll do the interviews."

I saw Donna's face. I said, "I'm afraid we're guilty of misleading you earlier. When Linda saw me buy dinner and a jacket for Donna she assumed we were married. We aren't. We're friends and she needed a change of domicile. I happen to know she used to be a cashier. Give her a chance to be the cashier and I think you'll be happy with the results."

Reynolds turned, smiling and said, "Linda's job to hire. Up to her. But before she decides I need a private word with her." He stepped away from us about twenty feet. Linda followed. He said one sentence and walked away. Linda looked stunned.

She came back to the table and sat down. Donna said, "Do I have a job?"

"Yes." Linda said, totally distracted.

I asked, "What did he say?"

"Take her home and get the smell of sex off both of you."

All three of us blushed a little and Donna said, "I need my little suitcase."

"I have a two bedroom place." Linda said.

"Think we need two beds?" Donna asked.

"Not really, but it looks better to some of our conservative Christian neighbors."

We walked back to the truck and I let Donna up into the cab to gather her things. Linda went with her. When they came out Linda said, "You better drive with windows open for a while. It does smell like sex in there."

Donna wrapped her arms around me and said, "Until the storm I had been thinking about maybe living in a sleeper, driving all over the country. With you, that would have been a good life. Linda and I talked while I packed. You're welcome with us, anytime, here or at our apartment."

We kissed as the diesel filled my tanks. When I say we I mean I kissed Donna and then I kissed Linda. As I pulled out on the interstate headed for Wyoming I rolled the windows up tight. I've seen rigs that hang those pine shaped air fresheners inside. I prefer the smell of sex.

The last hundred miles to home I ran with the windows open. I stopped just outside Cheyenne and cleaned up. I bagged the clothes I'd worn and promised to somehow get them into the wash without either my sister or mom smelling them. Just before Orin I called Dad and told him I'd be there in about an hour. He said to hurry, his helpers were eating too much.

Forty minutes later I parked the truck with the back doors twenty feet from the front door of the second house. My Dad and six men we standing on the porch. Mom and my sister were not visible.

I greeted the men and opened the back of the truck. Two hours later the truck was empty. My sister had called and wouldn't arrive until the next day. Mom came home after the men left and Dad and I watched as she walked through the second house.

"You'll need to get the boys back again. LeeAnn won't like how things are arranged." As she left the second house she said, "Sleep here tonight. Come for dinner at six." She stepped out on the porch and turned her head to look at me, "And do the laundry. I walked by your truck and it smells like sex!"