Willing

That seemed to satisfy her. We listened to the Sirius for another hour, then she spoke up again.

"So how long you been driving?" Virginia asked, settling in her seat.

"Trucks?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said.

I gave a short laugh. "I've been from Tucson to Tucumcari, Tehachapi to Tonopah. Does that tell you anything?" Virginia looked at me blankly.

"From Linda Ronstadt," I said. Still nothing. "'Willing'?" Still nothing.

"You never heard of Linda Ronstadt, or one of her biggest hits?" I sighed. I could feel old age creeping up, no, galloping up, on me. "Here, I've got a Ronstadt folder on the MP3 player, listen to this." I played the song for her. When it was over, she looked at me.

"That's a beautiful song, I like it" she said. "But it's really sad."

"You think so?" I said.

"Well, yeah! It's all about a trucker's loneliness, isn't it? It sure sounds like it."

"Huh, you know, I've never thought of it quite that way. I've got a whole different image in my head when I hear that song, kinda memorable and kinda sad - but a different kind of sad," I said, smiling a little.

"What's that?" she asked, looking at me curiously. I smiled again. I began my story.

"Back when I was in the Air Force, I was stationed for a time in Tucson at Davis-Monthan AFB. I met a female Lieutenant named Sherilynn Barber who had a friend who was a backup singer in Linda Ronstadt's band. Well, of course the Lieutenant was a lesbian - she's passed on, now, God rest her - she was a real hero, stick around and I'll tell her story sometime - but we were all of us like that, damn closeted - we'd a been kicked out if the government got wind of how we were. I guess times haven't changed much?

Anyway, we were in this singer's apartment in the foothills of the Catalinas, north side of Tucson, drinking red wine and smoking a little dope. She'd been a high school classmate of Linda's, only about fifteen years behind her, but Linda's roots run deep in Tucson, everybody knows her. The girl's name was Katia Hernandez, and this was around December of '95. At the time, I had no idea if the singer was a lez or not, but I sure know she was awful cute. I've got the worst 'gaydar' in the world, y'know.

Sherilynn said she had to get back to her apartment, she said she had an important call to make to some Captain.....I didn't know the captain, but I was damned sure it wasn't a guy! Anyway,

there I was alone with this cute little black-haired singer, and we were just talking about this and that. Then she said, "Do you all worry much about having to sneak around for your lovin'?"

I was pretty stoned by that point, but I said, "What the fuck do you mean about sneaking around?" I coulda got in a fight or fucked, I was pretty out of it.

Virginia, on the other side of the truck cab, laughed, and said, "Yeah, sometimes that shit can fuck you up." I nodded agreement.

I said, "Now you got to remember, I looked pretty good back then, I didn't have a face like shoe leather in those days." Virginia frowned and shook her head slightly, as I returned to my story.

Katia (the singer in Tucson) smiled, and said, "Calm down, tiger, I was just feeling around to see if you're a dyke like Sherilynn. You are, aren't you?"

"Umm, if I am....?" I said, not sure where she was going with things.

"Well, then...." she said softly. She slid over next to me on the floor, put her right hand behind my head, gently cradling it, then brought her lips to mine, and kissed me, softly and gently. We must have kissed for at least five minutes straight.

When we came up for air, she said, "...then I'm gonna do that."

"Wow," was all I could say. "So, you like girls, huh?"

"You mean you don't?" she teased. "You don't kiss like you don't like girls..."

"Oh fuck yes," I breathed. "God, you're fucking beautiful," I said. I didn't really know what else to say, but I wanted her naked in bed with me more than anything else in the world. I just wasn't sure how to get her there. I never did have much of a smooth manner. Fortunately, she did.

"C'mon sweetie, I want you to fuck me silly," she said, getting to her feet and pulling me to mine. She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. She had it all fixed up with souvenir kind of stuff

from cities where the band had toured. "Do you mind if I put on some music?" she asked. I shook my head.

"No, please do," I said, sitting on the bed. She put on Ronstadt's 'Heart Like a Wheel' CD. I'd never heard it before, but I sure learned to love it.

When "It Doesn't Matter Anymore" came on, Katia began swaying dreamily before me. She slowly pulled her white peasant blouse off one tanned shoulder, the creamy white of her blouse against her darker skin. Then she let it slip back up, as she pulled it off her other smooth shoulder, smiling invitingly.

She flounced up the hem of the loose hanging blouse, showing me flashes of her smooth skin, her flat stomach, and the underside of her sweet breasts. I could feel an itching in my crotch, and ground the heel of my hand into the rough fabric there of my jeans. Katia leaned down, still swaying in time to the music, and kissed me again, her lips so soft and warm and plump, tiny tongue's tip touching mine. Her breath raced over my lips. Small, soft sounds from both of us, momentarily building pleasure.

Katia turned her back to me, lifting her blouse up from her waist, her back so beautifully formed, her shoulder blades perfect, like little angel's wings, her skin perfect, looking like cinnamon candy. She lifted the blouse up, higher, above her head, her long black hair gathering, then flowing down over that perfect back in a glossy, ebony tidal wave. She looked back at me, over her shoulder, her brown eyes big and looking so innocent.

Her plump, round butt cheeks were tight in her faded jeans, rough blue fabric focusing my eyes there. I think she knew exactly what she was doing, and I was so glad. She crossed her arms over her breasts, then slowly danced back round to face me, her innocent eyes so full of temptation. I was ready to give in, no problem! She lowered one arm slightly, letting me see more and more of her full breast, then the rounded tan darkness of her areola, big, like the top of a gear shift knob.

Then the stiffness of her nipple, darker than the areola, and long, so long, like a little penis, centered in the pebbled skin of her pretty areola. She looked at first uncertain, searching my eyes for approval, then smiled, relaxing her arms, both full breasts exposed for me, my mouth gaping open in wonder at her perfection.

"You're so beautiful, Katia," I whispered. "Can I touch you? Can I taste you? Will you let me fuck you?" I wasn't sure if I said those things, or just thought them, but she came to me and offered each breast in turn, letting me lick and suck each nipple, warm and rough under my tongue, between my lips.

"Ahh, that's good," she whispered, letting me suckle for a brief minute. Then she pulled away, wagging her right index finger in a taunting, 'no-no' gesture. But I want to show you more," she teased.

She looked down at the copper rivet button of her snug jeans, shy again, and fumbled unbuttoning it, then slipped the zipper down, slowly, and endless journey of brass teeth unclenching, freeing

her. She looked up at me, her brown eyes digging deep into my blue eyes, a need there that even I could see. It made all the difference between us.

I stood up, and strode over to her, taking her in my arms, her naked and warm, soft breasts like small pillows against my own, smaller, cloth-covered ones. I pressed my lips against hers, forcing

her into a kiss. She sighed, and moaned into my mouth, her desire building rapidly now. Our tongues danced together, spit flowing from my mouth to hers, then back again, both of us symbolically fucking each other's wet and willing mouth with our thrusting tongues.

I bent her back slightly, her breasts more prominent now, and roughly sucked, then bit, her nipples. She howled with pain and pleasure, her thighs and hips quivering as my domination brought her to climax. I thrust my hand down inside her jeans, her small pubic bush wiry against my palm, my middle finger easily entering her small, tight, but so, so wet pussy.

I thrust in and out of her with my finger, while my left hand held her steady by grasping and framing her sweet, cloth-covered ass, like a baker lifting a sack of sugar. She was now small and helpless in my grasp.

"Oh yeah, fuck me Linda," she moaned, and for a fleeting instant I wondered if she was really talking to the Linda in front of her. But I didn't care, I knew I could make us both cum all night

long and even forever if she'd let me. I roughly pulled her jeans off her full hips. Even with the smell of pot still in my nose, I could smell her fresh, excited pussy, and my own got even wetter. I wanted to hump her so fucking bad!

Her jeans melted to the floor, and with no panties to bother with, it was a simple matter for her to kick them off. Naked now, her body was so fully feminine against mine. I lifted her, then swung around so her back was toward the bed. She squealed to feel her lover manhandle her, and giggled.

I pushed her backwards, and she sprawled on her back on the mattress. Gathering herself together, she smiled seductively and leaned on an elbow and spread her legs slightly, an unspoken invitation to take what I wanted. And I wanted it all.

I quickly unbuttoned my blue chambray cotton work shirt and threw it off to the side, my breasts excited, my smaller pink nipples as stiff as Katia's. I unbuttoned and shrugged off my jeans, kicking them to the side, clad only in a small white pair of bikini panties. I was starting to pull them down, when Katia gasped, "no, leave them on....for now. They're so fucking sexy on you!"

Then I lay down on top of Katia, the two of us in a hot, feminine embrace as we kissed, our naked bodies caressing. My left hand found, and squeezed Katia's ass globe, my right hand under her arm and around her back, stroking her smooth back. Her arms were around my neck, pulling me tight to her. Her breathing was excited and erratic, her heart beating rapidly against my breast. Even I could figure out that this girl wanted to be fucked, and hard.

I rolled her onto her back, and shoved my knee between her thighs. She mewed as though resisting, but soon relaxed her legs and let me part them, exposing the soft pink of her pussy. Her lips were meaty and plump, a glistening streak of her excitement across her inner thigh. Her lips

parted slightly, a deep, pink interior just visible. The hood of her clitoris was long, but already retracting to allow her wet clit to gleam in the dim light of the bedroom.

I groaned, then scissored my legs with hers, to press my panty-covered pussy into hers. She bucked under me, gasping as electric shocks of pleasure coursed through her. She lifted her butt up, hitting her cunt against my crotch, then I hammered my hips into her, fucking into her hot, wet pussy, as she shrieked with pleasure.

"OH god, yeah, fuck me!!" she moaned. My hips pistoned into her warm and waiting center, again and again, as I fucked her into a wailing, quivering pudding of hot, sweaty girl sex. Our damp breasts mashed together, our mouths met sloppily as we lost coordination in the mindless pleasure of fucking and being fucked..

We both came several times, and I rolled off Katia, but still next to her. I longed for her touch after our mutual explosions. We lay like that for a little while, then Katia got up on her elbow, and kissed my damp nipples.

"That was good," she said. "Now it's my turn, bud." I smiled at her, but didn't know what she meant. Then she crawled between my legs, and parted my thighs. She pushed my legs up toward

my chest, and I got the message, and pulled them all the way up. Katia sighed, then went down on me, kissing the crotch of my panties, which was sopping wet with both our juices.

She began pressing her mouth hard into my pussy, pressing her lips against mine, kissing my pussy lewdly, the thin fabric between her mouth and my cunt only making the pleasure even greater for me. Her hot, wet tongue pressed inside my slit, held back by the cotton panty. Finally, I couldn't stand the teasing, and reached down and pulled the fabric aside, ripping the seam. I REALLY didn't give a shit at that point.

"Lick my FUCKING cunt, BITCH!!" I screamed, and with my hand, pushed her face into my hole. She didn't hesitate at all, and started lapping at my shaved crotch, her tongue rolling up and down my labia, then thrusting inside my pink. My hips were pushing up into her face. I was amazed she could even breathe, but I was beyond caring about anything but my impending monstrous orgasm.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" I chanted. "Eat my dyke cunt, you fucking lezzy slut!" She was chowing down like mad on my carpet, and not a bit reluctant. When she bit my clit using her lips, my body spasmed in orgasm. When I came, my hips shaking and thighs trembling, my hips thrust up against her face. I thought I might have almost broke her neck. She rode me like a cowboy putting in his eight seconds on the bull, then slowed licking my pussy, figuring I'd be sensitive, and lay with her head resting on my thigh.

I pulled her up so her face was next to mine. To my surprise, her face was all wet.

"What the fuck is that?" I asked her.

"You silly bitch, you squirted when you came. Don't you know you do that?" She didn't look or sound angry. Actually, she looked pleased.

"Hell no, I've never done that before. Of course, I've never cum like that, either." She really looked pleased when she heard that.

"Really? Cool."

"Okay, now I need something," I said.

"Umm, what?" Katia said lazily, kissing my cheek.

"I really want to lick you. Your little pink hole is so sweet, so beautiful, and it SO needs to be licked by my hungry, hungry tongue. I got to fuck you, and that was sweet, but I've got a taste for your hot, creamy little pink."

"You want to eat my pussy, honey?" she said. "You want to stick your tongue inside my tight, hot, creamy little girl hole? You want to make me cum all over your face? Okay, baby, I can do that for you." She rolled over to lie next to me, facing the ceiling. I got up and reversed position, and straddling her, began licking her vulva. She immediately began pulling on my hips, so I brought my hips down until I could feel her mouth on my pussy again.

I licked around the sheath over her clit, which was still sensitive. Avoiding the sensitive little pink knob of her clit, I slid my tongue along the sheath, then lifting up when her clit became engorged.

"Ohh, that's it, baby. Lick mommy's hot slit," she moaned. I guess because she was an artist, she wasn't too shy about verbalizing her desires. "Mommy wants to get fucked tonight, fuck mommy with your long, lezzy tongue, okay, baby?"

I licked along her fat labia, hot, wet and creamy from her previous orgasm, My tongue lapped her feminine cream, sweet and musky, hot and fragrant female juice.

"Unnh, I need to feel you inside me," she whined, anxious to have a long, female tongue wriggling inside her tight, hot hole. I thrust my arms between her slim legs, then under her thighs, pulling them up, way up, towards her face, delightfully exposing her cunt and asshole for me.

"Oooh," she moaned, as she felt her holes opening further. "Do me, honey, make me your woman!" She was becoming excited again as I gazed on her beautiful ass and pussy, then I dove in, my chin dipping into her pussy like a cock, as my tongue licked at the sensitive skin between her anus and pussy.

"Oh, god!" she blurted out. "That's so good, lick me there, that's so fucking dirty, bitch!" If she thought that was dirty, she'd absolutely LOVE the rest, I thought to myself! I licked further down between her legs, approaching her asshole, and lapping around the tight circle, then thrusting my tongue inside her dark hole, clean and hot, tighter than her cute little pussy, and entirely different in taste.

"Ohh, god, yes, YES, FUCK MY HOLES! FUCK THEM BOTH, MY ASSHOLE, MY TWAT, FUCK, FUCK!!" she screamed. I poked my chin into her wet pussy again and again, making sure to open my mouth further so my chin pressed into her clit, and rubbed up and down over it as I fucked her with my face. Simultaneously, I licked the small piece of skin between her holes, and thrust my index finger into her ass as far as I could. It was so fucking hot and tight in her cute little tush!

Katia shrieked with pleasure, her body trembling as spasms of ecstasy coursed through every fiber of her being. Then I backed off as I felt her tension slowly subside, lazily licking and kissing her between her legs, but avoiding her most sensitive areas. I didn't do it because I'm any great lover, I did it because I love the taste and smell of another woman's pussy....and her ass, if she's clean and takes care of herself. Katia certainly did!

I felt her nibbling at my labia, and spread my thighs further apart, to let her pleasure me. She licked along my lips, as her finger wetted itself inside of me, then she brought it to my own tender anus, gently wriggling it into my hole, as I moaned into her thighs.

"Umm," I crooned.

"Like that, baby?" she whispered, as her finger drove deeper inside me.

"Yeah, nice, lick my clit hard, you little cunt, stick your finger inside my nasty ass, make me squirt my cum inside your mouth, make you swallow my cum!" She went after my clit and pussy real nice then, and pretty soon I was humping against her face, not caring if I hurt her or not, just lost in the pleasure of my own growing orgasm.

"Goddamn, bitch, I'm gonna fucking cum, I'm cumming, filling your pretty hot mouth with my cream, drink it all, you little cunt!!" My whole body felt like I was part of an electrical circuit, energized and every piece of me feeling indescribably thrilled from the touch of her sweet mouth on me. I think it was the best orgasm I ever had.

Later, when we were lying together there on her bed, her head resting on my breast, her arm at my hip, her fingers just kind of lazily caressing my side, she said, "Y'know, Linda (meaning Miss Ronstadt) once said that they haven't invented a word for the loneliness that everybody goes through on the road. The world is tearing by you, real fast, and all these people are just looking at you." Katia looked up at me, and it was only later, too much later, that I realized she was asking me a very, very important question.

Well, I just kind of laughed there, being full of myself, the big dyke stud who'd just fucked a near-star, and I missed the question, and more importantly, missed giving her the answer that her heart so very much wanted to hear. Instead, I just said, "Yeah, you'll never catch me doing a job that puts me on the road like that. I'd sooner die."

I could see the hope die in Katia's eyes then. But I didn't know what that meant for each of us.

I didn't realize that she wanted a way out of her lonely road life, and that I could have given it to her. I didn't realize that I would die then, too, along with her hope, not even knowing it, and end up in the very hell I scoffed about myself. So here I am, driving my truck back and forth across the country, catching a little love, here and there, but not really living."