Britt and Nora Drive West

I'd met Linder when we were both mustering out of the Service. He'd been a Master Sargeant, and I'd been a Corporal. We both worked in logistics. Basically, that meant driving stuff around. What started out as just hanging out together, became a relationship. We'd both gotten our CDL's in the service and Linder had bought an 18 wheeler with a sleeper cab after he was out. I tagged along.

Linder left me the title to the truck when he checked in to the VA Residential Treatment Program. We'd been together nearly 5 years, and the PTSD that had at first just been the occasional night sweat had gradually gotten worse, to the point where I was doing most of the driving now anyways while he just sat back in the cab. But kudos to Linder for seeking to get better. Things hadn't been perfect, but he was a fine human being and deserved peace.

Nora O'neil, the youngest of five. I was no stranger to mental illness challenges. Mom had been erratic on her best days, and I was mostly raised by my older siblings. It hadn't been bad, growing up, but when I looked around at my friends in school I knew something was missing.

While I'd like to say I looked like a runway model, I looked more like a truck driver. Medium hair usually dyed blue or green, an extra ten or so distributed fairly evenly on my medium frame. I looked like a Den Mom in the Scouts. I looked like someone's sister. I looked like a truck driver. And while I'd seen a few women stepping down out of trucks looking like runway models, it usually was for more expensive reasons, not their driving acumen.

I'd picked up a load of parts for the US Navy at a contractor's plant in Tom's River, NJ. It was a later pickup than I'd initially planned, and while I'd usually make the run in one shot, I needed fuel and was getting hungry.

I pulled into the parking lot at Maryland House Travel Plaza and topped off the tanks. There was a Wendy's there, and I had a mind to grab a quick bite and then turn in. It was a little after nine, and the place was hardly crowded. Just a few folks doing what the travel plaza was there for. Just passing through.

That's when I spotted her. Black leggings and dirty tennis shoes, a sweat stained clingy halter top. She was a slender black woman, hot but messy, and she was just sitting there with nothing in front of her. Her hair was a bit of a project. She was cute if somewhat disheveled. She kept looking aimlessly around as if she was waiting for something.

I asked the manager of the Wendy's "What's her story?"

"Don't know. She showed up a couple days ago. Takes off for a while, and then she's back at night." He said.

"Think she's working the pickle park?" I chuckled.

"No. She'd have money if that were the case. I don't think she's eaten since she got here." He said.

"Then give me an extra double with cheese and some fries and one of those sports drinks. Let's see." I said.

I had the tray piled with fast food. "Mind if I sit down here. This place is packed."

She looked around at the almost exclusively empty tables. "Seriously? Suit yourself."

"I'm Nora by the way. I think my eyes were bigger than my stomach. I'll never finish all this. Maybe you could help?" I suggested.

She looked at me all misty for a second and just nodded as she reached for a burger. She wolfed it down in a couple of minutes, fries and the drink disappearing nearly as fast.

"Thanks, lady." She said.

"Nora." I corrected.

"Thanks, Nora. That was a nice thing to do. But I'm not a truck stop bunny. I'm just kinda stuck here right now." She said.

"How so?" I asked.

"I'm running away. This is as far as I got, so far." She said.

"Looks like you ran out of gas... and money." I observed.

"I didn't exactly plan for it. The guy I been with, Tayrel. He was nice when we first met, and he was trying to get with me. Then gang banging kinda took over and it got way less romantic fast." She said.

"I see. So, you left." I confirmed.

"He'd come home, usually with a friend or two, and want me to party with them. I could see where things were headed, so I ran. He'll probably come looking for me eventually. Maybe not. Maybe I'll just go back." She said glumly.

"Is that what you want?" I asked.

"Of course not. It's just there I had food and someplace to sleep. Maybe that's worth the price." She said.

"Of surrendering your dignity? No. I've seen where that leads." I said.

"Yeah you're probably right. I'm Britt by the way." She said extending her hand.

"Look. I'm going to catch a shower here. I have shampoo and stuff and an extra towel if you want. Give me a head-start and then it'll be your turn. I'll hit the laundry and do a quick cleanup on your stuff. I'm used to being on the road. What you want to do after that is up to you, but I'm headed for Newport News in the morning, and I could use the company on the road." I offered.

"I don't know. You've been real nice, you know?" She smiled.

"Well, maybe your luck is changing." I said, thinking maybe mine was too.

The hot water felt good. When I was done, I had a fresh change of clothes, and then it was Britt's turn. I waited to hear her in the shower and I took her clothes to the sink and gave them a quick wash, wringing them dry.

She walked next to me down the walkway to the parking lot, tennies in hand (they were still pretty wet). Climbing into the cab, we move back into the sleeper. Linder hadn't skimped on the accommodations, and it was a pretty roomy double. Cozy.

"I... um... this is going to sound weird, but do you have an extra blanket. I don't sleep good with clothes on." She grimaced at me in embarrassment. "I know..."

I got her a spare blanket and she did her best to take off her leggings and top without revealing anything. But it's hard when you only have two hands and I saw the blanket slip a time or two. She had really cute tits, I had to admit to myself. Little ebony nipples atop high little breasts that were just enough to be more than enough.

I had her sleep in the rear of the berth, so that in the morning I could go get us some breakfast sandwiches before we spun up and hit the road.

"I saw you looking at my tits last night. Are you the type of woman who is into girls?" Britt asked sincerely.

I told her about my years with Linder. How he'd signed the truck over when he left. We'd never really talked of getting married. Most of the time it felt like we already were.

I didn't tell her about being hit on by a bull dyke driver a few months after Linder and I split up. Drivers called her Rough Rider Annie. She was the type of woman who wasn't going to take no for an answer. She intentionally piqued my interest and then moved on me like tiger, fairly dragging me out to her truck.

Gave my pussy a workout that night, and again in the morning before disappearing back on the road. I was sore for days. How did such a small woman bring it on like D-day?

I still didn't know quite how I'd classify the experience. It was raw sex. Nothing loving about it. It was getting off and moving on. I hadn't wanted to repeat the experience since, so I wasn't sure how to answer Britt's question.

Still, it was nice to have company. Britt had grown up in one of the sketchier neighborhoods of Baltimore. Typical story of 4 kids in a broken home being raise by a mom who worked three jobs sometimes, just to pay the bills. Britt had managed to graduate high school, was planning to try some local college courses, when Tayrel swept her off her feet.

We'd unloaded in Newport News, and I was on my cell with one of the independent dispatchers trying to pick up a load for the ride back north. I had a load to pick up at one of the nearby freight warehouses. Auto parts going up to Cleveland. I'd parked the truck for the night and we'd gotten something to eat at the local Cracker Barrel.

Britt was undressing. I'd resolved that tomorrow we'd get her a few changes of clothes. But this time, instead of trying to conceal her breasts, she merely let the blanket fold down into her lap, turning toward me and softly teasing her nipples making sure I had a good view before crawling in under the covers next to me.

"You've been so nice to me, Nora." She whispered. "Thank you."

"You're a good travel companion. Maybe you should learn to drive?" I replied.

"Yeah, maybe I should. Do you think I'm pretty?" She asked softly.

"Yeah, I do Britt." I confessed.

"Good." She smiled, snuggling against me. Maybe this sleeping fully clothed thing was overrated.

We were back on the road the next morning, Northbound.

"Last night, Britt. What was that?" I asked. Glancing over she looked a little sheepish.

"I don't know, Nora. The first night, when I knew you'd seen me a little topless. I wasn't scared. I thought I should be, but it felt a little daring, and I found that I really liked how it made me feel. You know?" Britt said.

"Look..." I said. Proceeding to tell her about my encounter with Rough Rider Annie. "You're curious and that's fine, but what if it turns out it isn't your thing?"

She proceeded to show me her phone. There was a slew of texts from Tayrel, starting with where the fuck are you, bitch, and gradually attenuating to, fine, fuck off you rancid fucking cunt.

"You been nicer to me in a few days than that asshole has been in over a year. I seen how you look at me sometimes. It's sweet. It makes me feel better about myself. So it's okay if we try..." Britt said.

"Is your fucking cunt really that rancid?" I joked.

"Sweet as grandma's apple pie. You should try a taste sometime... I do." She chuckled.

That night she was fully nude next to me. I was down to my underwear, still ginning up the courage to do a final reveal. She was gorgeous. Her pinkness peeking out from between her legs and that, kiss me goddammit look in her eyes had my mouth watering.

Taking my face in her hands she pulled me towards her full lipped mouth. I had one last pang of concern, which quickly faded into irrelevance as our kisses grew more and more impassioned. Her tongue was warm in my mouth and I felt her hands remove my bra and explore my breasts.

The heat of her desire, both reassured and emboldened me. I touched the wet pinkness of her pussy and heard her sigh in between kisses.

"Oh Nora! You're making me feel so hot." She moaned. "Your fingers on my clit are sending me, baby."

Britt's body pushed against me as she came. Her hard nipples like little bullets rubbing with just the right force against my skin. I was wet as fuck as our tongues thrashed together. I held her, feeling her shake her way through her orgasm. It was the most beautiful moment of my life, up until then.

We took a moment to catch our breath, and then Britt was on me. Peeling my panties down, her thighs on either side of my head, I felt her breath on my clit. Maybe not Grandma's apple pie, but Britt's pussy was beyond delicious, and when her mouth found my sex. Oh My! It was like a chain reaction.

I wasn't sure who was cumming harder, her or me. All I knew was I had to hang on and enjoy the ride. Britt's tongue was pretty impressive, I knew that from kissing her, but once she found my slit and clit, the magic really began. I lost track of time. We'd mostly take turns making each other cum, sometimes managing to coordinate a mutual orgasm.

And then we'd break and make out for a while. Neither of us wanted this night to end, and it was only when we both realized how spent we were that we decided to save a little bit for the morning.

Laying there with her warmth against my flank I thought that maybe I wanted to try this whole sleeping nude thing.

The morning found us getting a little later start, than I'd originally intended. But we both managed to have a hearty breakfast of pussy, which is the most important meal of the day, after all.

Looking back on it, the chemistry had been there from the first night. It just took us a while to invite it to work. If it hadn't been for Britt taking the initiative, I probably never would have acted. She can seduce me so easily, and I love it. It kept me honest.

We took a bit of a layover and Britt took one of those crash 2 week CDL courses, which she aced. I'd had her move the truck a bit in the yards, and she was pretty much a natural.

A year had changed a lot. Linder had become a councilor. He still reached out every once in a while. I didn't mind and neither did Britt. He was a good man who'd found his calling, and that was a good thing.

Tayrel had rolled snake eyes. Shot in a drug deal gone wrong and lucky to be alive even though he had to walk with a cane now. I knew Britt felt the shade, but I made her see her strength.

We ruled the highways. Never a missed deadline, never a missed cue. Love managed. Looking back on it, she saved me, not the other way around. Though I don't think she saw it the same way, it made us even.

Life on the road was good. It didn't really fit the paradigms of modern social advancement. In fact, in our quiet moments we'd talk about the future's we'd expected to have when we were younger. Invariably, even with Britt's challenging upbringing, she'd seen a suburban life as a soccer mom in her future.

I think my hitch in the Army absolved me of detailed expectations. It certainly taught me how to live on the road. Still, if someone had told me I'd end up a lesbian truck driver, I think I would have laughed in their face. Now, every time I looked over at Britt, I couldn't imagine anything else. Waking up next to Britt was worth nearly anything to me. Nearly.

We'd run into him on the road more than a few times. His name was Jared, and he took a shine to Britt. She didn't see it at first, but I'd asked around and Jared had kind of a reputation as a Lothario. He seemed hell bent on charming his way into Britt's pants.

On the one hand, I couldn't blame him. Inside of Britt's pants was the prettiest place in the world to me. Britt and I had never specifically made any formal declaration of commitment beyond being in love with each other. We were all mature adults capable of making our own decisions.

Still, the night we ran into him in that truck stop in Akron, a hot and sweaty August night, and he asked Britt to stop by for a visit. Britt. Not me. She looked at me, unsure, tempted. But she went anyway. I watched her gorgeous ass as she climbed up into Jared's rig. I could almost feel my heart breaking.

It was nearly 3 AM when she got back. I hadn't managed much sleep. She smelled like cheap cologne. She sat in the passenger side seat, not crawling back into the berth.

"Have a good time?" I finally managed.

"Shut up, Nora." She said.

"Fine." I replied.

She sat there quietly for a while.

"He wanted me, Nora." She said.

"No shit..." I replied, maybe a bit more sarcastically than I should have.

"We made out. It felt wrong, but I let him keep going. He got my shirt off. That's when I lost it." Britt confessed.

"What do you mean you lost it?" I asked.

"I started crying. All I could think of was you waiting for me to come back from cheating on you. Of how I'd feel if the shoe was on the other foot. I just had this huge sudden anxiety attack. It kinda freaked Jared out." Britt admitted.

"And the rest of the time?" I asked.

"I been walking around some." Britt said. "Thinking..."

"About what?" I asked.

"About us. About how close I came to screwing it all up." Britt said. "I know we've always said love was enough, but I think that maybe peopled make commitments for a reason."

"What are you getting at, Britt?" I asked.

"That I want that. I want a piece of paper that says we belong together. I want a ring on my hand to remind me that whenever a Jared comes along, that I'm already spoken for. I want to marry you, Nora. Will you?" She proposed.

"Yeah, I will." I said, reaching for her.

Having her back in bed with me, I felt our mutual anxiety melt away. I felt Britt slipping out of her clothes and felt her familiar curves against mine. Her kisses, hungry and apologetic at the same time. I returned each one with passion as she played with my breasts. Plying that familiar path until I felt her tongue between my legs.

That tongue. The things it did to me. The poetry it created for my nervous system. The blessings it heaped upon me. The intensity of my first orgasm that night surprising the both of us. Britt understood what we'd almost lost and she understood my response in celebrating our unity.

When it came time for us to exchange places it almost felt like the first time. Taking in and appreciating every inch of her. Hearing her moan for me as I feasted on her sweet precious nectar. Hearing her call my name as she came. Her softness coming to rest next to me as we drifted off to sleep.

We bought the engagement rings in Grand Rapids. They were cute little solitares. Britt giggled when I slipped it on her finger. I usually wasn't much for jewelry but somehow this just felt right. She usually wasn't much for giggles, but this time it totally fit.

We bought the wedding bands in Nashville and hung on to them until we reached New Orleans. There was a little Chapel near the French Quarter where we got hitched. Then we had a truckload of oil field gear to get down to Dallas.

If life as a nomadic truck driver was good. Married life as a nomadic truck driver was even better. We'd started to do contract hauling for freight forwarder, which meant running more of the same routes with greater frequency. It also meant hitting more of the same truck stops more often as a result.

A consequence of this was that there was a community of truckers on the same or similar routes and it didn't take long before 'the salt and pepper dykes' became our nickname. We kinda liked it. Nobody ever confused us with other lesbian truck driver couples, which we found weren't as few and far between as we'd imagined.

It was from one of these that we got the idea, and by we, I mean Britt. We'd run across the couple a while back. They'd been together since the late 2000's. The last time we'd run into them, they'd been childless, now they had two, pretty much back to back. Even young it was clear that they looked like both of them somehow.

"It's a service, for anyone really. But it's really taking off with the lesbian community. Kind of combines artificial insemination with DNA analysis, kinda like those ancestry services only going forward instead of backwards." Maeve had said.

"How's it work?" Britt asked, fascinated.

"They do extensive profiles on the donors. Nothing really new there. But then they did a DNA analysis on me, since Molly was going to carry. Then you get to pick and choose the closest matches. If you're planning on more than one baby, you can reserve the same donor for next time. That's what we did." Maeve explained.

"Where was this?" Britt asked. I could almost see the wheels turning.

"North of Boston. A little clinic. Has ties to some of the major hospitals and universities. It isn't cheap and chances are your insurance won't cover half of it. But we thought it was worth it." Maeve said.

"I see." Britt said. I could almost see the smoke coming out of her ears.

We were in the berth in the back of the truck later that same night.

"Before you say no, hear me out. I want a baby." Britt said, with just a trace of hysteria in her voice.

"Are you crazy?" was my initial reaction. Not that I hadn't seen it coming.

"Well, I want to have your baby specifically, but since you're not growing a dick and balls any time soon... sounds like we could get really close this way." She persevered.

"We're on the road all the time." I rejoined.

"Maeve and Molly made it work." She pointed out. Check and mate you later.

That's how we ended up in a clinic North of Boston, with them swabbing my DNA with a Q-tip. It felt sooooooo sexy. We were gonna make a baby.

"Your heritage is largely Celtic." The doctor revealed.

"My name is Nora O'Neil. Tell me something I don't already know!" I replied.

"No need to get testy, Nora. Not everyone has a clear lens on their progenitors. Can I continue?" The doctor said.

"Please do." I said with only a trace of sarcasm.

"Ninety five, Ninty six and Ninety eight percent match. Either you're really lucky, or your Dad really got around." The doctor chuckled.

"Shut up about my dad." I replied.

"Ninety eight." Britt giggled.

It was like a game of Clue. Instead of Col. Mustard doing it with the lead pipe in the parlor, it was Nora, doing it with the turkey baster, in the exam room. The miracle was... it worked.

I looked at her as her belly swelled. It was confusing for me. Had I done this? I had. We'd made a baby together. We were driving freight down the highway. The challenges of both were not lost on me.

The idea of Britt going fully to term on the road was as impractical as it was dangerous. We found a cute little place outside of Sedona and by the time Britt was hitting the middle of her second trimester, she'd pretty much feathered the nest.

I was westbound on 10 from Austin when I got the message that her water had broken. Three days early. I deadheaded back as fast as I could, but the baby wasn't going to wait. Britt had a little girl. Things had gone well, I was relieved to hear. Both were doing well, and it looked like they were going to keep them for one more overnight before sending them home.

It was late enough when I got in that I just headed for the house, set the alarm early and grabbed a bite and a long hot shower before jumping in the pickup and headed for the hospital. The nurses told me that Britt had just woken up and that she was feeding the baby.

The baby. Our baby. Leah Alexandra O'neil. A light coffee colored leprechaun nursed from Britt's breast. The boys back in Massachusetts deserved a firm pat on the back for a job well done. Britt looked up at me. God she was gorgeous. Part of me just wanted to bang her right on the spot. She smile at me, the twinkle in her eyes telling me that she'd read my mind.

If there was ever a day well spent in a hospital room this was that day. The staff took great care of the both of them, and Britts milk came in just fine. Suddenly we were parents.

We heard from Maeve and Molly, of course, offering advice on how they'd managed things. "A good vibrator helps." Maeve said.

I hadn't really taken a good look around when I'd gotten in but now in the fullness of the daylight, Britt had done a really nice job with the place. I'd been on the road for so long that I'd all but forgotten what a home felt like. It would be a while before Britt would be roadworthy, and I'd taken some leave time. We had more than enough set aside in anticipation. It was time to live together as parents.

Watching Britt in full mom mode was therapeutic. I kept thinking that if she'd gotten knocked up from Tayrel or one of his gang banger friends, or if Linder had knocked me up, it wouldn't have been like this. This was soooooo much better.

I had admittedly been a little scared that the prospect of having a little one might put distance between us, but it was turning out that the opposite was true. The synergy that we'd found in our relationship only grew stronger.

That first night, once the baby was down, was like touching her for the first time. Of course we kept it strictly to making out, but oddly that made it that much hotter. Just being able to kiss and touch her was paradise.

Britt was bouncing back quickly from the rigors of childbirth. We had thought her milk had come in fine, but it just kept coming. She'd gained well over a cup size and I hated to admit it, they were a little intimidating to me. I mean I'd watch her nursing Leah with her other nipple squirting in unison.

Britt nursed, and pumped and pumped and nursed.

"God baby, I think they're going to blow up." She said one night.

"Going to go another round with Leah?" I asked.

"She's fast asleep." Britt despaired.

"Pump some more?" I suggested.

"I could... or..." she looked at me with this naughty glow. "You could help me?"

"You want me to..." I boggled.

"Yeah. I do. Sometimes when Leah is nursing I get really turned on. Once or twice I think I came a little bit... Please?" She hefted a boob in my direction. A little droplet of milk slowly forming on her nipple.

My mouth watered. I was staring at the drip as it splashed against her tummy.

"Come here, baby." She moaned.

I let her guide me in, sucking gently, feeling a warm delicious stream fill my mouth. She moaned like we were fucking. She had me switch sides every few sucks. I could hear her fingers sloshing in her puss. Mine had long since found my own clit.

She came first, shuddering, arching into me, and that was it for me. I came so hard gulping down my baby's milk and rubbing my clit like I'd just discovered it.

"Wow Nora. Just Wow. You looked so hot. I came so hard." She managed to blurt out.

While her milk did eventually calm down. She insisted on our nursing sessions while we could. It was so easy to get her off. Alternating between her boobs while using a rabbit on her pussy and clit. I could make her into a shudder mess of girl goo in a matter of minutes. But more often than not, I'd bring her up by degrees, feeling her boobs shoot their liquid gold into my greedy mouth. We were so naughty.

It almost felt strange to be back on the road. We'd gotten back into a pattern of making love at least a few times a day. Leah was a cutie pie, growing like a weed. Britt was already talking about a sibling.

And here I was. Solo behind the wheel of our rig. We'd agreed on at least four months before we'd try a haul with Leah aboard. Maeve and Molly proved to be a veritable trove of information, tips and tricks, and I'd already made a couple of simple modifications to the sleeper to make it roomier.

I'd call Britt every night. We were both missing each other fiercely and counting the days till they could join me. It was hard for me to admit, but it wasn't all good. Out on the road I felt a sense of isolation that I'd thought I'd outgrown. I knew that the familiar patterns of our past would have to be altered to accommodate Leah as she grew. There were suddenly so many unknowns.

I'd just gotten off the phone with Britt. I was sitting in the truck stop cafeteria when she'd come up to me. Justine the amazon, and her husband Randal with the handle. Justine and Randal had a bit of a reputation. Justine was an insatiably bisexual nymphomaniac, and Randal was hung like a race horse.

"Hey baby, you look like you could use some company. You mind if we join you?" Justine said. Leaning forward far enough for me to be able to see her ample cleavage. I gulped.

"Suit yourselves." I muttered, distracted.

"We'd heard about the kiddo. Congrats!" She said brightly.

"Thanks." I replied.

"How are you holding up? Must be pretty lonely, huh?" Justine smiled.

"I'm doing okay..." I replied.

"You know, I always found you to be pretty cute. Maybe you'd like to drop over to our rig for a beer... or something." Justine offered.

For a split second I really wanted to. It didn't matter that Justine and Randal had broken up more marriages than they could count. Justine was sexy in that predatorial way. She saw potential prey and she was on the hunt. I felt like I had a bullseye painted on my pussy.

"Look. I, uhh." I started to shake my head.

"Listen sweety pie. You don't need to answer now. Just stop by if you want and we'll see just how sweet that pie is. Nobody needs to know." She offered, getting up and heading back to the lot.

She was right. I was lonely, and she was incredibly sexy and wanted to peel me and eat me like a grape. Nobody needed to know. But word always seemed to get out. My phone rang. Britt texted me a cute selfie of Her and Leah. I walked back to our rig and slept like crap for the rest of the night.

Justine and Randal's rig were gone in the morning. Heard they'd found some timid young wife who'd been curious, but was curious no more. Her husband had expressed more than a little consternation, when she'd returned pantieless and dripping Randal's cum from her cooch.

Justine, aside from being drop-dead gorgeous was also completely infertile. Randal bragged about upwards of twenty women he had impregnated since he'd married Justine. As for the latest conquest, better her than me. Crisis averted.

The close call had been a shot across my bow. I was all business after that. Pious as a nun. By the time I pulled up in front of the place in Sedona I'd gone through a box and a half of C cells and two vibes. Britt looked like a cool drink of water to a thirsty desert traveler. I couldn't wait to dive in.

She looked so pretty. Dressed in a silky bra and panty set for my return, once Leah was down for the night it was best 6 out of 10. She was every bit as horny as I was. I think I had her down 5 to 3 when she reached under the bed.

It was a shoe box. Wow. She got me shoes.

She opened I up and reaching inside pulled out a strap-on python. Stepping into the harness it was not lost on me that she'd already fine-tuned the adjustments. And giving me a grin more wicked than I could ever remember seeing on her face she move between my open thighs.

I could see my lead would be dwindling as she rubbed the head into my wetness. I was okay with that. She pushed gently but steadily forward.

"Welcome home, honey." She breathed in my ear as I started to cum. 4 the win.