Long Haul Drive With Dad Ch 01

This is a story of fiction. I do not condone this behavior.

This could be part one of more to this storyline. Let me know in the comments if the story should move forward or of you enjoyed the story.

Let me introduce myself; my name is Lisa, and this is what happened when I turned eighteen, right after high school graduation. I had committed to an out-of-state college. I was looking forward to getting away from my overbearing mother. However, I was going to miss my dad immensely.

My dad was a long-haul truck driver who would be gone for weeks at a time during my childhood. My mom managed a laundromat that we have owned forever. Between my dad's work and the laundromat, they were able to provide the family with a good, middle-class upbringing in Texas. Mom was the typical strict, Christian mom for my older brother, Dan, and me. On the other hand, my dad was the reasonable parent who would hear you out on situations.

Growing up, my mother would complain about my father being soft and how much of daddy's girl I was. While my dad would complain, she was raising a momma's boy. Even though I would constantly complain about my mother, Dan would not defend her. She favored him, but Mom was as strict with him as she was with me.

When we would be off from school, Dad would ask us to go on the road with him. Dan never went on any of the long-haul trips. I, on the other hand, would go every time I could. During these trips, I learned how different my dad was on the road, as opposed to how he was at home. Dad would laugh, talk trash, swear, and be fun. He would always tell me, "What happens on the road stays on the road." He trusted me because I would never tell Mom anything about the trips. The only thing I would say about the road trips was they were long and boring.

Now, I had two and a half months left at home before I went off to college in Arizona. It was a Monday, and I had slept until ten. As soon as I got to the kitchen, my mother started badgering me. As we argued, she started telling me going out of state wouldn't work for me because I was too ditzy and naïve to survive. This was typical behavior for her. We were screaming at each other; when I heard my phone ding in the other room. When I looked at my text messages, it was my father. He told me his route was going to bring him back through town. I asked him if I could go with him for the rest of the trip. He told me he would love it if I went on one last trip with him. I texted him back, "OK! When should I be ready?" He told me to be ready in two hours.

I returned to the kitchen and told my mother, "Well, we can continue this argument when I return from a long haul with Dad. He said I can go with him."

"Of course he did. What are you going to do when your father isn't around to dig you out of holes? What then?"

Mom wouldn't let it go, so I told her, "I'd love to keep arguing, but I gotta get my stuff together and be ready when he gets here." I then walked away and packed my clothes before taking a shower. After I got out of the shower, I could still hear my mother downstairs complaining about my dad and calling me stupid. I was becoming enraged and couldn't wait to get away from her. I hadn't gone on a long haul with my dad since junior high school. It was the perfect time to get out of this house and away from my warden mother.

Finally, Dad came through the front door. "Hey, you ready?" he yelled up the stairs.

"Yeah, Dad. I'm ready. I'll be right down."

Dad went to use the bathroom when my mother started in on him. We were supposed to get right back on the road. I heard them argue for a few minutes. My mother was badgering him that he shouldn't be bringing me on a long-haul truck drive. My dad very rarely yelled at anyone, especially at my mother. She had pushed him too far today. "It's Better than leaving her alone with you bothering her for a week! Leave her and leave me the fuck alone!"

Dad told me, "Let's go. We have to get on the road." My dad left his truck at the lot where he stores it when he's home. It is a quick twenty-mile drive to get back to his rig. My dad's truck had a nice sleeping cab. He worked on making his truck more comfortable over the past few years. He has a twin-size bed in the cab, with a fridge and a small closet. When I was younger, he kept a cot in the back for when I would travel with him. But it wasn't as nice as it is now.

He told me he had to deliver to Baltimore. Then we had a pickup in Boston. We were dropping that cargo in Florida. He told me, "Most nights, we are going to sleep in the cab. Until we get sick of the close quarters. Then, we'll go to a motel."

"Sounds like a plan to me, Dad. I'm excited to be on the road with you again." Being with my dad allowed me to not think about anything. We would eat unhealthy foods, talk, and have fun.

After a few hours on the road, I dozed off. When I woke up, it was dark, and we were still driving. My dad informed me that he had stopped for food. He put my dinner in the fridge while letting me know where the snacks were. I went in the cab to heat my food in the microwave and set up the cot. After eating, I closed the curtain to change into my sweatpants and set up the cot. I felt relieved to take my bra off and free my breasts. They may be small, but bras suck and are uncomfortable. I looked in the closet for the cot. I didn't see it. "Dad, where's the cot?" I asked.

"Fuck, I haven't had that in truck for years. We are about an hour away from the stop. We will figure it out when we stop. Sorry, Lisa." I really didn't want to sleep on the floor tonight. I laid on the bed to see if there was any way we would both fit. I am a petite girl. I'm five foot four with a thin build. Don't get me wrong, I have curves like any other woman. My hips are wide enough, my thighs are thick, and my stomach is tight from being on the swim team throughout high school. I have a nice, firm, round bum and perky B-cup breasts. My dad was tall, but he wasn't a big guy. He had a thin frame. This might work for one night, I thought.

We finally pulled over at a rest stop. Unfortunately, I was wide awake. Dad came in the cab and said, "Do you think we can both squeeze into the bed for tonight and get a cot tomorrow?"

I was relieved he didn't want me to sleep on the floor. "I think we can fit. It's only for tonight." My Dad asked me if I needed anything before, he shut the cab lights off. "No. I think I'm good, Dad."

Dad cut the lights, and it was pitch dark in the cab. Then he said, "Hey, Lisa. I didn't think this through. I'm so used to being alone. I didn't bring sweatpants or shorts. I only have boxer shorts to wear. I am going to sleep on the floor."

I felt horrible. For people who don't know, sleeping on a truck cab floor is horrible. "Dad, it's OK. They are shorts. Don't sleep on the floor. It's only for tonight. We can get you some pretty pink sweatpants tomorrow."

My Dad liked to be a smart ass sometimes. "Running your mouth on the first night. I figured you wouldn't start until the third night."

"Shut up, Dad, and get into bed before I make you sleep on the floor in your own truck." To be honest, it was pitch dark in the cab. I was facing him and could make him out in the darkness, but when I heard his zipper go down and saw him taking his pants off, it did something to me mentally. I watched his silhouette move towards the bed. As my father got in bed, it was a tight fit. A warmness overtook my body. We were under the covers and sharing a pillow. My Dad wrapped his arm around me as we were facing each other. My body continued to get warmer and warmer. I blew it off, thinking, it is the small space and body heat, Lisa. Stop acting like a weirdo, Lisa. I kissed him on his cheek and told him, "I love you, Dad. Good night." Dad told me he loved me and fell asleep within minutes.

There really weren't any options for me to get comfortable. I fell in and out of sleep all night. One of the times I woke up, Dad had an arm wrapped around my bare waist as he snuggled me. My initial thought was how awkward this position had felt. When I heard him snoring, I realized he had no idea what he was doing. The reason it was awkward is I could feel his penis. Even though I had my back to him, it was hard not to notice. I thought if I pushed back, he would move. So, I pushed my bum back. To my surprise, Dad gripped me and pushed forward, pressing his penis into my butt cheek. My body started to heat back up. I had forgotten how much of a heavy sleeper my father was. This brief interaction had my mind racing. I wasn't mad, nor did I feel like it was intentional. My boyfriend, Jack, and I have been together for two and half years now, and we have had sex numerous times during our relationship. I thought I understood what is intentional and unintentional when it comes to men. My belief was this situation was unintentional. I eventually fell back to sleep.

However, when I woke in the morning, Dad had removed the blanket from his body. He was on his back, with his leg draped over me. When I looked down, his penis had come out of the front of his boxers. I almost gasped. I never thought about my dad's junk. But, from what I saw, he was much more gifted than I would have guessed. He was definitely much bigger than Jack. It was obvious he was still in a deep sleep, so I wasn't upset. I did look at it for a little too long. When his alarm went off, I closed my eyes quickly. I waited for him to move, notice it, and put it back in his boxers.

Once I knew he was decent, I opened my eyes, telling him, "Good morning, Dad. I hope you slept well. Are we heading out soon?"

Dad told me, "Actually, I slept really well. I wasn't looking forward to sharing that tiny bed. How about you?"

I was surprised he slept so comfortably with me in the bed. Every time I woke up, he looked at peace. I couldn't tell him why I didn't sleep well. He would lose his mind. "I slept well too. I was surprised at how comfy I was. Are we getting breakfast soon?"

Dad's response surprised me. "Me too. Maybe we skip getting the cot until one of us has a bad night's sleep. Yeah, there's a diner down the road. By the way, the truck stop we are going to tonight has shower stalls. I've used it before. It is well-kept. I wanted to make you aware before you started asking. If we are going to be in close quarters, I don't need you stinking the place up." He said with a chuckle.

I feigned offense at that comment. "I didn't see you complaining about my smell last night. But, while we're talking about it, I did notice a funky odor coming from your side of the bed." I liked it when my father was playful. Normally, he was quiet. I think a lot of that has to do with my mother being such a bitch. But, when he's playful, he can be hilarious and talk trash with the best of them.

Dad had quick comebacks this morning. "Well, women make things smell differently when they don't shower. If you know what I mean." He cracked himself up with this one. He was laughing so hard, he started choking.

I was shocked dad would make an inappropriate comment like this. "Dad! Did you really just say I may be a smelly woman! GROSS! DAD!"

Dad turned beet red. I could tell he spoke without thinking, and he was embarrassed. "Fuck, I'm so sorry, Lisa. I was joking around and didn't think that. I went too far. I'm really sorry."

Dad and I always had a relationship where we would exchange barbs with each other. This time, he changed the boundaries. We never joked about parts of our bodies. I felt bad that I had just scolded him and humiliated him. I decided if that's the game he wants to play, then let's play. "Fuck is right, Dad. But don't worry, my privates have never smelled bad. I think you have me confused with Mom. My privates smell like daisies." I said as I shot him a toothy smile while tilting my head. Not only have I never said anything inappropriate in front of my parents, but until now, they have never heard me swear. He opened the door, so I thought it was fair for me to step through it. Dad's face turned beet red. Initially, it looked like he lost his ability to speak. "Wasn't expecting a comeback, were you, DAD! I can tell Mom is stinky by your reaction. So sorry you have to deal with that along with her being a complete, fucking bitch." I continued to give Dad my fake, toothy, condescending smile.

Dad finally spoke, "Jesus, Lisa. How long have you been holding all this back? And since when do you swear like that?"

"Holding what back? The swearing, mom, or me smelling like daisies. C'mon, Dad. Keep up with the conversation that you started." I said as I was laughing my ass off.

"I need to get to know this version of you. You are an adult, so I don't care about your potty mouth. Your mother does not smell. That's where I would draw the line. And I am going to leave the last one alone." I could tell he had a sarcastic comment he was afraid to say.

"Dad, you already talked shit. You may as well finish it. Don't be a pussy. I'm not mom. I'm not living on a high horse looking down on people all the time. Go ahead, finish your statement."

"I was going to say thank you. Now, whenever I see daisies, all I'm going to think about is your privates."

I thought he was going to make a joke about smells. I never thought he was going to say he would think about my privates. Now, I was the one who couldn't speak. It was one of those times where a minute felt like an hour. Dad mimicked my toothy smile back at me as he started pulling his jeans up. Finally, I said, "Yeah...I have no comeback for that one. You win."

The rest of the day dad and I talked about everything. Even though we live together, there was so much we didn't know about each other. I was grateful to have to spend time with my dad. As the sun started to go down, we stopped for dinner. When we got back in the truck, dad told me we would be at the rest stop around eleven. I decided I was going to take a nap until we got there. Dad still had jokes, telling me, "I hope you don't stink it up back there. You haven't showered yet today." Again, he cracked himself up as he laughed, himself silly.

"HAHA, funny, dad. Do you want to give me a sniff test?" I was tired and started to take his comments seriously. He was hurting my feelings. I started getting paranoid that I smelled badly, even though I knew I didn't.

Dad responded, "Maybe later?" he jokingly asked.

I didn't know how to respond to that question. I wanted to thoroughly think my response through. "You wish, dad." Was the best I could come up with.

I heard dad say under his breath, "Sure do."

I froze. I went back and forth on whether to say something. Against my better judgement, I responded. "I'm sure you do, Dad." Dad had no comeback for me. I don't think I was supposed to hear him say what he said. I think he was embarrassed that I did. I went to the fridge to get some water. I opened the freezer and saw a bottle of whiskey. I was hoping he hadn't been drinking while he was driving, although, I believe I would have noticed that. I had never known my father to be a drinker. I ended up going on social media until I dozed off.

The next thing I knew, Dad woke me up, telling me we were at the truck stop. He went to take a shower first while I waited for him in the truck. I always hated using the truck stop bathroom showers. You need a code to open the door, and inside are small showers, a sink, and a toilet. Sometimes, they would be filthy, and you would feel dirtier for just being in them. I was hoping this one was halfway decent and clean. Plus, we were in the northeast, and it was winter, so once you exited the bathroom, you would freeze from the cold weather. There is nothing worse than running through a parking lot after you just took a shower in the freezing cold.

I sat in the front of the truck as I saw my father running to the truck. When he opened the door, the cold air hit me. All I could think was, this is going to suck. He told me, "Your turn. I'll sit up here to make sure no one bothers you. Bring a sweatshirt, it's fucking freezing out there."

I had my sweatpants, towel, and tank top ready to make the dash. I told my father, "Don't fall asleep on me. I don't want to be stuck outside in the cold." Then I jumped out of the truck. The cold wind felt like razor blades. Being from Texas, I'm not accustomed to this weather. It was brutal.

As I approached the bathroom, a couple of lot lizards were standing next to the door. One of them looked at me and said, "Sweetie, you got your trucker on lockdown, huh." For those who don't know what lot lizards are, they are women who hang around truck stops to have sex with the drivers. I ignored them and punched the code into the keypad. Dad wasn't wrong, for a rest-stop shower; this one wasn't too bad. I quickly took my shower and put my sweatpants and tank top on. I was grateful I had done all my shaving before I left home. Shaving in these shitholes would give you a disease, I thought.

When I exited the stall, I was relieved to see the two women had left. My sweatshirt did nothing to protect me from the cold. I ran to Dad's truck, hoping he had the heat turned up. When I opened the door, Dad was laughing. "Nice out, isn't it?" he sarcastically said.

"Fuck, it is fucking freezing out there!" I said out loud. Looking at my dad, I noticed he was drinking from the bottle of whiskey. I asked, "Is that helping you warm up?" as I turned the heat up in the truck.

His response startled me. "It sure is. Do you want some?" Again, I'm only eighteen. I never thought my father would offer me alcohol. I was trying to figure out if he was seriously offering it to me or joking to set me up to be scolded by him.

I accepted his challenge. "Sure, I'll try it." I patiently waited for his response. Was I getting scolded, or would he hand me the bottle? To my surprise, he handed me the bottle. As I grabbed the bottle, I asked, "Seriously? I'm not going to get into trouble?"

My father laughed. "You are an adult. What am I going to do? Tell you, you can't go to work? Go ahead, do your thing. Don't drink the whole bottle."

I was surprised by Dad's response. I had not thought about his powerlessness over what I could and couldn't do until this moment. My father had never been violent with me growing up. Sure, he would yell and ground me when he needed to, but he never abused me physically. I remember him slapping me on the ass a few times when I would throw temper tantrums, but that was the worst he ever did. At eighteen, he couldn't take my phone, make me stay in, or anything like that. I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of this until now. I took the bottle and started guzzling. The warmth it had going down my throat felt good, even though I hated the taste of it. I handed the bottle back, thanking him for sharing.

I asked, "Dad, you don't drink anything while you drive, right?"

Dad shot me a look of annoyance. "No, I do not. I do drink at night sometimes before I go to bed. It gets lonely on the road, sometimes. A drink helps during those moments, and it helps me sleep."

I had never heard my father talk about loneliness. For that matter, I have never heard him complain about anything. I felt bad about him getting lonely on the road. "Well, Dad, you don't have to be lonely on this trip. I am here with you. I hope I don't drive you nuts."

My father smiled at my response. "No, Lisa. You don't drive me nuts. It is nice having you along for the ride. You should go get comfortable. I will be in shortly. We have another long day tomorrow. Thanks for taking a shower and not having smelly woman parts in the truck." He said as he started laughing.

"HAHA, Dad. Fuck you, my lady parts never smell. I am always clean." At that moment, I realized I just swore at my father. He did not react or take offense to it. I got up, gave Dad a playful slap on his arm, and kissed him on his head as I went into the cab. I left the cab curtain open so I could watch my father. I think he was waiting for me to fall asleep so he could take his jeans off in private. We did not stop for a cot or to get him sweatpants. He was going to have to sleep in his boxers again.