Chapter 8

Lane grew up in his father’s business and when he was on summer breaks when he was just a young lad, he had made some trips with his dad. He always loved it when his father stayed at the Wayfarer’s Inn in St. Louis. Before puberty, he loved how the girls who worked there doted over him. In a way, they were like older sisters. Freddie, the woman who ran the inn was like a favorite aunt. While truckers, independent and from many different companies, used Wayfarer’s like it was like a trucker’s club, there was a group of independents there who called themselves the Wheelin Warriors. While his dad was not a member of the Warrior’s they all treated him like one of their own. When he asked his dad why he was not a bona fide member his father told him that none of the Warriors were married—one of the requirements for membership. Over time Lane met all twelve members. They were all true friends when they showed up at his mom’s funeral. She had just died of cancer.

Right after the funeral, his dad took him out of school to go on the road with him. A week after they left, they pulled into St. Louis. It was Saturday. At the reception after the funeral, he remembered how the Warriors gathered around his dad and told him they wanted to have a special kind of service for him and his mother at Wayfarer’s Inn the next Saturday. Upon arriving, they found all the Warrior’s rigs lined up in the huge parking lot. Each rig had a black wreath in the middle of the grill with a banner in the center that said, Molly Moncrief. When he asked his dad about it, he said, “Your mom was a very special friend to the Warriors, Lane.” He was not specific as to why but said, “You’ll find out about it one day.” When that day came, he found out that his mother, Molly Moncrief had been raised as a foster sister of Houston and Billie-Jo Caffrey, now Freddie Krause ... that she had helped Houston in Billie-Jo’s escape from the law.

The service was not solemn by any means except tears that were shed amongst the laughter. All of those who knew Molly at the time spoke like they were roasting a dear friend. After the ceremony, they welcomed Lane’s dad, Wilbur Moncrief, as the newest member of the Wheelin Warriors. Afterward, Freddie took Lane aside and told him the story from her perspective. As she was relating the tale, she allowed the youth to have a few drinks, got him a little tipsy then took him to a room where she spent the next two hours taking his cherry and introducing him to the wonders of sexual hanky-panky.

When Jeanette opened the door Lane could not believe the dreamy expression on her face. It was as if she experiencing the rapture. He thought Jeanette might have a crush on him because he was so much younger than the other truckers and that she might have been lusting for his youthful body. Standing at her open-door Lane, enthralled with Corrie who overnight became Jeanette, would be riding with him for the next two weeks.

Jeanette eyed Lane, framed in the open door, and admired this young man’s expression of eager confidence. While thrilled she had to quell the urge to laugh as she thought, Houston told him how I sucked him all the way down my throat, an ability she was rightfully proud of. Jeannie, who still felt uncomfortable with her new identity and new identity, wondered why Houston had “kissed and told.” Yet, because of the laidback nature of Wayfarer’s, she had little problem with Houston spilling the beans. Freddie had to know as well ... there were no secrets she wasn’t in on. And because she had insisted upon Jeanette training her girls to learn the art deepthroating she would want to be told how perfectly Jeanette had done it to Houston, who had to be blown away while she was doing it.

Something else: when Jeanette had first seen Samantha in the teddy that she was wearing now she had been overwhelmed by the pert girl’s figure and how sexy the teddy made her look. That was before her plastic surgery when Corrie’s opinion of her own looks was so negative. After the effects of the surgery had healed, and everyone raved about how attractive she was, Jeanette was thrilled by the new perception of her desirability. While she had been preening in front of the mirror, she realized that she looked even better in the teddy than Samantha. With Lane’s obvious confirmation of her opinion, Jeanette gave him a confident smile and said, “You’re early Lane, hee-hee, I bet you want a blowjob.” Tickled by how confused he looked she realized how out of character it would have been for the shy Mormon who appeared like magic at Wayfarer’s just a few weeks ago to be saying such a thing.

Jesus, Lane thought, this girl talks like a pro. I can’t BELIEVE she is only FIFTEEN.

When Jeanette saw the look on his face she thought, He must think that I am really pretty. and reminded herself, “I AM pretty, and have what men want.” Then she thought, I’m younger than Freddie’s girls ... much younger. I won’t be a whore like they are, but I have something to offer that few other girls have. Considering the proposal that had been made to her about making extra money she thought, I don’t think getting ten percent back on what I spend each week will be much of a problem. Then her confidence began to wane. I hope I’m right. Leading Lane through the door she said as she patted his bulge again, “Why don’t you step inside Lane so we can take care of this little problem right now.” Before guiding him to the bed she stood on tiptoes and kissed his lips, grabbing a handful of his cock through his pants. Lane’s mouth opened and their tongues entwined Lane’s body trembled as Jeanette thought, His erection feels like a gun with a hair trigger.

Zipping him down she reached in and grabbed his engorged cock. “Mm,” she murmured,” you’re more than ready Lane, aren’t you.” Looking down she was amazed that the entire head of his penis was covered with precum, which elicited, “And what you have here looks absolutely delicious (Freddie and all of her girls had been giving her pointers on the importance of raving about any aspect of man’s penis).” During the kiss, she edged him backward to the bed and when the backs of his knees touched the mattress, she gave him a push and he dropped his ass on the edge of the mattress.