She released herself from her Kama Sutra contortionist stance and we went back to good old-fashioned cock sucking. I stroked, she sucked. She sucked, I stroked. I licked, she gagged, I cupped balls while she worked on the shaft. I saw Bonnie’s knees begin to tremble, and we both sucked with more intensity, we sucked and stroked like our lives depended on it.
“Come on,” Janine whispered, and she gave Bonnie one last big gulp and I noticed her feet shaking, and her hands clenching onto the table. That wasn’t very nice! We so delightfully shared a cock, she should have rightfully shared the cum, too.
She kept her mouth closed and pulled me up back to civilization at the upside of the table. Bonnie was sitting there in relaxed ecstasy, not really looking at either of us, but up at the ceiling. I imagined she was seeing stars right then. I giggled.
Janine grabbed a cup off the table with half a cocktail left in it (something Bonnie was sipping on while she got her cock sucked) and she spit the cum into the cup. She stirred it around with a metal straw (seriously, they had metal straws) and she handed me the drink. With her lips still perfectly red and her powder completely still in place she handed me the glass and said, “Enjoy!”
It tasted like fresh, warm cum and herbs. There was a sprig of rosemary in it. Something I had once only seen inside of a Thanksgiving turkey was now flavoring semen and alcohol.
She exited our private area without saying anything. I gave Bonnie a kiss as I continued to drink her jizz. I took my time with it. After all, I was told the proper thing to do was to savor the taste, like a coffee, with a very special creamer.
32
The taxi cab dropped us off at the truck stop. Hand in hand, we walked through the lot lined with rows of various trucks. Many of the ones I’d seen earlier were gone, and new ones were pulling in. I was getting anxious, like my summer camp romance was ending. I would eventually have to go back to my apartment, back to work, and back to life. Or maybe I could just live on the open road with Billy and/or Bonnie and we could go from one sexual adventure to the next in each town.
We got back into the tuck, exhausted and satisfied. Bonnie started to get undressed, shedding her femininity. She got the dress off, but she was struggling with taking off her makeup. She kept scrubbing her face with soap and it wasn’t budging.
“Should we go get some actual makeup remover?” Bonnie asked me, with a face full of suds, patches of foundation, and smeared lipstick on. Earlier this evening she resembled Marilyn Monroe but now she resembled Marilyn Manson. Either way, I was into it.
“No! That’s a waste of money, here, use this!” I took a small bottle of olive oil he had on his very limited rack of spices and condiments. Next to it sat a salt and pepper shaker, little bottles of Tabasco, mustard, and ketchup.
“You want me to put that on my face? It’s meant to go on my salad,” she laughed.
“Yeah! It works, seriously. And it will keep your skin nice and smooth. All makeup remover really is, is a bunch of different oils that break up the makeup particles.”
She hesitantly but willingly took the olive oil out of my hands, and wiped it across her face with a tissue. As I suspected the makeup cleaned off impeccably well.
“So, what should I call you now?”
“I’m back to Billy,” he said.
“All right!” I said.
“I know. Look, I’m new at this. Bonnie is an important part of me. I’ve been waiting for her to walk around freely for so many years! And this is really exciting. But I’m also not ashamed of Billy. I am happy in my own skin, but I need to express my feminine side sometimes. I guess the best thing I can relate it to is how you would feel when you put on high heels and a designer outfit. Doesn’t it just make you feel powerful and kind of like you’re a different person that evening?” he asked.
“I have literally never worn a designer outfit in my life. Unless you consider American Apparel a designer. I once spent $42 on a long-sleeve shirt from there and I don’t know if I felt powerful but I sure felt comfortable!” I laughed.
After a pause I said, “Look, I’m fine with whoever you want to be, whenever you want to be. I’m just happy to be here!”
I kissed him, as Billy again. His cheeks were so silky from the olive oil. An “extra virgin” skin remedy after a night of public sexual escapades.
“So, where do you have to go next?’ I asked. “And when?” I wanted to begin to mentally prepare for my abandonment. Eventually the magic that existed inside this eighteen-wheeler would have to come to an end. I think.
“Actually, I’m not so sure right now,” he said.
“What do you mean? Don’t you have to, like, drive somewhere? Isn’t that what truckers do?” I laughed.
“Well, this winter was abnormally cold,” Billy said.
“Oh yeah, it was! I had to wear a real coat. AND boots. It was nuts!” I replied.
“Yeah, well when it gets that cold, the strawberries can’t grow properly, and that’s the primary fruit that I deliver. The farm I work for laid me off temporarily, until the next grow season.”
“Oh! I’m so sorry,” I said.
“Don’t be! It’s part of this business. I’m not sure what I will do. I have enough money saved to last me a while. That’s what happens when you have basically no bills to pay! The trucking job was just for something to do. I’ll just stick around here until I figure something out!”
“Well, I can’t say I’m happy that you got laid off but I am happy that you don’t have to leave.”
He grabbed two more organic frozen burritos from the tiny ice box of shelf space in his mini fridge. We listened to the whooshing sounds of the microwave, and continued to make out until it beeped.
Going back to work was surreal. It felt like it had been days since I had been there and in those few days I had had seen a man transform into a woman, then back to a man, and have sexual interactions with both him and her in various public places. My car was still here. It felt like a dream.
On the other hand, the store was a complete disaster. The floor was damaged from the rainwater and vaguely smelled like mold. Hundreds of magazines were completely destroyed and several electrical cords were frayed that plugged in the neon lights that spelled out “VIDEO DVD XXX.” At this point, I was pretty sure just being inside the store violated several safety codes.
I had no idea what to do. No one was at the store when I got there. I unlocked it at 6:30 P.M. Had anyone been here at all? Did Sandy know what was going on? Was I still on the clock right now even though nothing here really worked? Because I did desperately need my untaxed eleven bucks an hour.
The bell on the door rang (it was good to know that did still kind of work) and Sandy came in. She was wearing bright yellow galoshes, a bright orange skirt, and a silver puffy jacket, and of course, she had hot pink lipstick on her lips.
“Hello, honey!” She kissed me on the cheek and left a huge lip mark on me, which was fine because I had now become quite used to having a face stained with makeup. Instead of trying to wipe it off I just blended it into my face like a type of rouge.