This story could fit into several categories. Shoot me if I've picked the wrong one.
I knew when I started dating Dave that he was a wild man. I just didn't know how wild he would turn out to be and how he would start my downward spiral.
We met at a local bar. He was ruggedly handsome, I suppose. Tall, athletic and suntanned on one side like most long distance truckies (they only tan on the window side). His fair hair was unkempt and a droopy moustache gave his rugged face character. I would guess his age at mid thirties, but it was hard to tell.
He abandoned his mates to chat me up and I didn't let him down. We danced to the juke box and slowly added enough alcohol to our systems to make walking unsteady. He led me to his Kenworth prime mover in the hotel car park, helped me up with his broad hands firmly under my butt and showed me the delights of his sleeper cab. I woke up there in the morning, desperate to ease the pressure on my bladder, fully naked, alone and horribly hung over.
I covered my battered body with last night's clothes and did the walk of shame across the mostly empty car park to the hotel bathroom, where I found Dave and a few of his mates.
It was the beginning of a steady relationship of sorts. Neither of us promised to be exclusive. In his profession, it's almost expected to have a series of convenient "friends" at key towns on the main long haul routes. When Dave came home though, I was his exclusively until he left again.
Now I'm not an inexperienced girl. My experimentation started when I was only sixteen and I've learned a few tricks since then, let me tell you! I'm a big girl -- a muscular five foot nine sporting double D's -- and I enjoy sex. Although I prefer men, I've had the odd dalliance with girls too and hope to have many more. There are things that we girls can do to each other that guys will never understand.
Dave and I had this thing going on for a year or so and he was great. He tended to be a bit rough, but I like being tested a bit. Like I said, I'm a big girl and I can take it (and dish it out too, when I have to!). We graduated from the cab of his truck to my little apartment. It's not much, but it does have a nice double bed and the bathroom is under the main roof and not across the other side of a pub car park.
He noticed my friend Barb was with me quite a lot and asked me about her. Although I didn't say we were lovers, I did hint that Barb and I played around a bit when Dave was out of town.
"What do you reckon about askin' her to join us one night?" he ventured during a drinking session.
"Jeez I dunno Dave. I think we've got a pretty good thing goin' here and I'd hate to stuff it up. You might wind up ditchin' me for Barb."
"Not a chance, Babe. But I reckon the three of us could have some good times together. Barb looks like a fun lovin' girl."
"She definitely is that Dave. If only you knew!"
"See that's what I told you!" he replied triumphantly. "Go on -- ask her. What's the worst that could happen? She might say no?"
So with some reluctance, I tackled Barb after Dave left on his next trip and broached the possibility of a threesome. It turned out that neither of us had tried a threesome before and she surprised me by agreeing enthusiastically.
On the night of Dave's return, Barb and I donned our shortest summer dresses, brought in some drinks and pizza and asked him to join us at my apartment. When I say we wore our shortest dresses -- that's all we wore. No bra, no panties and no shoes. Two bean bags which normally rested against the back wall of the sitting room were pushed into the centre of the room, banishing the coffee table to the kitchen.
When Dave knocked, we were like a pair of excited schoolgirls.
I know he liked what he saw. His expression gave him away immediately but he just dropped into one of the bean bags and ordered me to bring him a beer.
I scampered off to do his bidding. As he popped the top off he asked whether we started to drink before his arrival. We had not, so he suggested I pour a strong one for both Barb and myself just to relax us a little.
"By the way, you're both overdressed." He scolded.
Leaning back into his bean bag while he sipped from his longneck, he watched appreciatively while we each slipped our dresses over our heads and tossed them aside.
"Much better." Another sip.
"Now you'd better start to warm each other up."
Puzzled, I looked askance at him, wondering just what he was expecting.
"In the other bean bag girls. I thought you two were good friends. Show me some love you two. A bit of kissing to show your appreciation. I can see two lovely pairs of tits in front of me. Surely you can think of some creative ways of pleasuring them for me."
Continuing to sip his beer quietly, he made no move towards us, watching us dispassionately as we began to tentatively kiss each other.
"He's right you know Barb," I giggled in her ear. "We've both been blessed with wonderful tits. Let's give him a show."
I made the first move, grasping the whole of one of Barb's glorious tits, squeezing it firmly while slipping my tongue as deep into her mouth as it would reach. She groaned a little when I pinched the nipple and then transferred my attention to the other breast. Tentative at first, Barb soon joined in. She was sitting on my lap, so it was easy for her to slide down and take my nipple into her mouth. She nibbled away at it while mauling the other breast, drawing an unexpected squeak from me when she bit down, hard.
That set the tone for our play. We'd had this sort of pain competition in good fun before, each inflicting pain on the other until finally one of us would give up. It was an exciting form of foreplay for us. Today however, added another layer of excitement because we'd never had an audience before.
We rolled over each other, grabbing at whatever body part was most accessible, licking, biting, pinching and smacking. I finished on my back, head down in the bean bag with Barb's knees holding my upper arms down and my face buried in her crotch. She took hold of both ankles and drew them forward until my feet were alongside my ears, leaving me totally helpless and fully exposed.
I think we'd both forgotten that Dave was in the room until he suddenly barked: "That's good Barb. Now spread her legs wide to open her up."
Having gained the upper hand, Barb was only too keen to comply, pushing my feet as far apart as she could.
"Susie," she panted, "you're dripping all over the place. I can smell you, you slut."
