Chapter One
Randy parked his pickup truck in metered parking at Arizona
State and waited for his companion for the drive to Southern California. As a
medical sales rep, he regularly made the desert trek and enjoyed the solitude
of the long, open road and a far-off destination. Between California and
Arizona, there was a sweet patch of highway on Interstate 10 that stretches
forever.
Late at night, it was just the driver, the stars and the
car’s headlights slicing the darkness. Blackness dominated. Plenty of time to
think, to dream and even to fantasize.
Hell, Randy had even pulled out his cock and stroked it
hard, imagining a girl. Sallie Mae, the younger sister of his best friend,
often played a feature role. And now reality had merged with his masturbation
party. Alex had asked him to drive Sallie Mae, a junior at ASU, home over
winter break.
So far, he’d never had the balls to take it all the way, to
actually come while behind the wheel. He worried about keeping his eyes open. Keep
your eyes on the road! old Mr. McNichol—his driver’s ed teacher—drilled in
the back of his head. And two hands on the wheel! McNichol certainly
hadn’t taken fucking into consideration. Randy imagined it wouldn’t be too easy
to stay within the dotted lines as he lost his mind and his cock unloaded.
Plus, from a practical standpoint, he didn’t want to clean up the mess.
Taking the drive with Sallie Mae might add some fuel to his
fantasies though. They’d have to spend a good six or seven hours
together—depending upon how many pit stops were needed—in close quarters. He
imagined brushing up against her in the cab, maybe even copping a feel of her
gorgeous breasts. He pushed the ideas out of his mind. He’d known her for too
long and it wouldn’t be right. He shook his head, knocking out the improper
thoughts.
Randy recognized her figure walking toward the truck before
he could make out the features of her face. He couldn’t believe his eyes when
he saw her. She was dressed in a denim skirt and a loose red sweatshirt. His
mind went back to those days of watching her long legs in her cheerleading
uniform. As soon as she smiled, his stomach lurched, threatening to dislodge
his fast-food lunch. It felt like no time had passed at all. Forget meeting
women in bars, Sallie Mae held his attention, even after all of these years.
She leaned over the seat to toss her duffle bag in the back.
He glimpsed creamy thigh, the curve of her ass and a flash of a hot-pink thong.
She bounced back onto her seat and snapped in her seatbelt.
“Thanks for picking me up and giving me a ride.” She
stretched to give him a kiss on the cheek.
Where her lips touched, his skin pulsed with a different
awareness, making him think of those late-night jerk-offs and he resisted the
urge to wipe the spot.
“No problem. It’s good to have some company.”
He tried to think of some small talk to pass the time, but
the memory of her ass peeking out from under her skirt distracted him. Sallie
Mae may have been born and raised a SoCal girl, but her name harked back to her
family’s Southern roots. Her mama had come from Atlanta and married an Italian
man. Imagine that—a Southern Italian. In high school, she’d seemed to grow up
overnight, turning into a woman with all the right curves. The way she’d moved,
and giggled and smiled—how her skirt would brush up into the air with each
step, revealing tanned thigh—he was dead sure he wasn’t the only teenage boy who’d
dreamed of lying down beneath that old oak tree behind the football field with
her.
Last he’d heard, she’d been dating some pre-med student. A
surge of jealousy made his fists tingle. Randy clenched and unclenched his
hands around the steering wheel, unable to imagine Sallie Mae giving her favors
to someone else.
“Still dating the pretty boy, doctor-to-be?” he asked,
trying to sound casual.
“Dan? No, he got too serious too fast. I’m not ready to
settle down. Right
Randy parked his pickup truck in metered parking at Arizona
State and waited for his companion for the drive to Southern California. As a
medical sales rep, he regularly made the desert trek and enjoyed the solitude
of the long, open road and a far-off destination. Between California and
Arizona, there was a sweet patch of highway on Interstate 10 that stretches
forever.
Late at night, it was just the driver, the stars and the
car’s headlights slicing the darkness. Blackness dominated. Plenty of time to
think, to dream and even to fantasize.
Hell, Randy had even pulled out his cock and stroked it
hard, imagining a girl. Sallie Mae, the younger sister of his best friend,
often played a feature role. And now reality had merged with his masturbation
party. Alex had asked him to drive Sallie Mae, a junior at ASU, home over
winter break.
So far, he’d never had the balls to take it all the way, to
actually come while behind the wheel. He worried about keeping his eyes open. Keep
your eyes on the road! old Mr. McNichol—his driver’s ed teacher—drilled in
the back of his head. And two hands on the wheel! McNichol certainly
hadn’t taken fucking into consideration. Randy imagined it wouldn’t be too easy
to stay within the dotted lines as he lost his mind and his cock unloaded.
Plus, from a practical standpoint, he didn’t want to clean up the mess.
Taking the drive with Sallie Mae might add some fuel to his
fantasies though. They’d have to spend a good six or seven hours
together—depending upon how many pit stops were needed—in close quarters. He
imagined brushing up against her in the cab, maybe even copping a feel of her
gorgeous breasts. He pushed the ideas out of his mind. He’d known her for too
long and it wouldn’t be right. He shook his head, knocking out the improper
thoughts.
Randy recognized her figure walking toward the truck before
he could make out the features of her face. He couldn’t believe his eyes when
he saw her. She was dressed in a denim skirt and a loose red sweatshirt. His
mind went back to those days of watching her long legs in her cheerleading
uniform. As soon as she smiled, his stomach lurched, threatening to dislodge
his fast-food lunch. It felt like no time had passed at all. Forget meeting
women in bars, Sallie Mae held his attention, even after all of these years.
She leaned over the seat to toss her duffle bag in the back.
He glimpsed creamy thigh, the curve of her ass and a flash of a hot-pink thong.
She bounced back onto her seat and snapped in her seatbelt.
“Thanks for picking me up and giving me a ride.” She
stretched to give him a kiss on the cheek.
Where her lips touched, his skin pulsed with a different
awareness, making him think of those late-night jerk-offs and he resisted the
urge to wipe the spot.
“No problem. It’s good to have some company.”
He tried to think of some small talk to pass the time, but
the memory of her ass peeking out from under her skirt distracted him. Sallie
Mae may have been born and raised a SoCal girl, but her name harked back to her
family’s Southern roots. Her mama had come from Atlanta and married an Italian
man. Imagine that—a Southern Italian. In high school, she’d seemed to grow up
overnight, turning into a woman with all the right curves. The way she’d moved,
and giggled and smiled—how her skirt would brush up into the air with each
step, revealing tanned thigh—he was dead sure he wasn’t the only teenage boy who’d
dreamed of lying down beneath that old oak tree behind the football field with
her.
Last he’d heard, she’d been dating some pre-med student. A
surge of jealousy made his fists tingle. Randy clenched and unclenched his
hands around the steering wheel, unable to imagine Sallie Mae giving her favors
to someone else.
“Still dating the pretty boy, doctor-to-be?” he asked,
trying to sound casual.
“Dan? No, he got too serious too fast. I’m not ready to
settle down. Right
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