*** Jesse is a twenty-two year old university student living in a flat just out of town, where trucks fly by every day. His fatal mistake is pranking his girlfriend, leading her to throw him out the door one morning... nekkid. ***
"Let me back in!"
I smashed on the door, but Luce just laughed.
She thought she was fucking hilarious, shoving me out on the back doorstep naked, my balls hanging out for everyone to see. Well, for the three curious cows in the paddock behind the house to see, anyway.
"Sorry Jesse, I'm going to take a bath," she called to me, a joyous lilt to her voice.
"Luce! Lucy!"
I heard her footsteps retreat back down the hall.
Shivering in the frosty morning and with one hand covering my junk, I started circling the house.
The dewy grass soaked my feet as I searched for an open window. Nothing. Thank God our house was surrounded by eight-foot high hedges on both sides that shielded us from our rural neighbours. But once I finished my circuit to see if the front door was unlocked, I'd be in full view of the road.
I stood in the lee of the house, as truck after truck rattled past, waiting for a lull. Problem was, this time of the morning, all the truckies were doing their deliveries and pickups from the farms that surrounded us. If I didn't want anyone to see me, I was going to have to freeze my arse off a while longer.
Pro tip, guys, don't date stroppy red-heads. They seem like fun at the start, but before you know it, they're kicking you out of your own flat to freeze to death.
I hadn't even
done
anything. Okay, yes, I'd pranked her the day before, but it was hilarious. You'd have thought so if you'd been there.
But coated in flour from head to toe, she apparently hadn't.
All this would be worth it once the views hit my YouTube account, but for now, I'd been seduced into thinking I was getting a hot blowjob in the kitchen, only to find myself shoved out the back door, naked.
Another truck battered the road with its bulk, barrelling back towards the motorway like a milk-filled guided missile.
I couldn't stand around forever. I knew from experience that Luce might take up to an hour in the bath, and I didn't have the body fat to survive that long.
She was probably masturbating too.
Argh.
Just the thought of her dipping her hand under the water to slide between her legs made my frozen junk start to heat up.
Right, time for action. I made a break for it, down past the back bedrooms, past the living room and... fuck, fuck, fuck, slid on the wet grass and went arse over tit, winding up on my hands and knees on the front lawn... just as another tanker slowed to a crawl, probably waiting for a turning truck just up the road.
I stayed where I was, frozen, and the truck driver's head turned towards me. Our eyes met. Through the shiny pane of glass, I saw him smile.
I got to my feet and ran for the door, giving him a full view of my arse as I tried the front door. Predictably it was locked. This was my own fault. I'd taught Luce to be thorough in her revenge.
"Lucy!" I smashed on the door. "Lucy, it was just a prank! Come on, Luce!"
The chances of her hearing me from the upstairs bathroom were about zero.
Aware that my arse was still in full view of the road, it was time to made the dash to the back of the house again. At least the cows wouldn't book me for indecent exposure.
I turned to jog back down the porch steps and found the tanker driver blocking my escape.
He looked to be in his late thirties, well muscled and fit. He had a baseball cap pulled down over his dark hair, and a deep tan, as if he worked outside a lot. Tribal tattoos ran up his left arm, disappearing into the sleeve of his tight t-shirt, and another tribal tatt ringed his right bicep.
He had his hands pushed into the pockets of his jeans, and a grin plastered to his face.
"That's quite a show you're putting on," he said. His deep voice sent a shiver through me. He was half a head taller than me, broader through the shoulders, and looked as though he could throw me further than I could throw a cricket ball.
"Got locked out," I said, both hands covering my unmentionables. I jerked my head. "If you don't mind, I need to get past you."
"I'm Troy," he said, extending a hand.
"Ah, nice to meet you?" I said, shaking his hand with a fair whack of 'wtf' on my face.
Troy put one foot on the bottom step, his eyes roving over me in a way that wasn't reassuring.
"You must be freezing. I've got spare clothes in the truck. Why don't you hop on up and stop flashing your meat and veg for everyone to see?"
I glanced past him at the tanker. "No thanks. I'll wait around the back of the house. She'll let me in eventually."
Troy came up one more step. "You're shivering. Come on, before your balls get frostbite and you end up sterile."
Was that a thing? I realised I
was
shivering, my teeth chattering like castanets.
"Okay, thanks."
He turned and led me back to his truck, opening the door with a flourish, as if I was some Disney princess. The driver of the rig behind us leaned on his horn, scaring the bejeezus out of me. I pulled myself into the cab and stumbled between the seats into the bed area behind the main cabin. I stood there shivering, while I looked around.
It was like being in a small caravan. There was a bed made against the back wall, with storage cabinets above it, and a small bench/fridge beside it.
Troy put a hand on my naked back and pushed me towards the bed to get me out of the way of a narrow wardrobe.
I sat on the bed, since there wasn't room to stand about, one hand covering my modesty, while he rooted around.
"Damn." He gave me a pained look. "I thought I had clean clothes, but I don't. I haven't been on the long haul run in a while which is why everything's so tidy."
I glanced down at the carefully made bed. It was tidier than my own bedroom.
"Well, anyway, there's an accident up ahead and they're waiting for a tow. You can stay here in the warm while you wait for your lady friend to open the door."
I had to admit, it was much warmer in his cab than outside.
He stared down at me, trapped in that small space, and I realised I had my naked arse parked on his bedspread.
"Uh... I should."
I gestured helplessly and he seemed to get the idea. "I know, there's not much room. Here, I'll have a seat so you're not ah...."
I nodded quickly and got to my feet, and he put his hands on my shoulders and manoeuvred around me until we'd swapped places.
As we slid past each other, I realised something confusing was happening under my hands.
As Troy sat on the bed, his hands slid down my arms to my wrists, pulling my hands away from my crotch.
"Are you sure you're warm enough?" His green eyes held mine as his big hands held my wrists.
