and tongue over all the delicious sinews and bumps of his throbbing prick. She dreamily savored the taste and feel of the exciting, fleshy pole in her mouth. A delightful warmth surged through her body when she felt him trembling with excitement. Slowly she moved her hot, moist lips back and forth over his straining knob, stopping occasionally to flick her tongue against the sensitive underside of his quivering cockshaft.
'Oh, God,' the boy was moaning, his body trembling in wild ecstasy.
The girl was now sucking frantically on the cock that was embedded deeply in her hot, slavering mouth.
She felt him lurch and was prepared for the flow of hot jizz that gushed out of his straining cockhead. She swallowed and sucked frantically until she had withdrawn the last delicious drops of cum from his rapidly shrinking prick.
Watching the taillights of Billy's pickup disappear over the hill, Libby relaxed on the diner steps, savoring the tingling aftertaste of his fuck juice burning gently in the back of her throat.
It was too hot in the stuffy kitchen to go to sleep on the cot, so Libby sat quietly on the steps, listening to the gentle night sounds. The hum of car on the distant freeway was more infrequent because of the late hour. The stillness of the night was occasionally broken by the sound of old Doc Monroe's dog barking across the field. She watched with envy the blinking lights of a jet moving across the darkened sky, hoping someday to be up there flying to one of any hundred places she had heard about. She knew that someday, when she had sucked enough cocks, she would have the money to travel beyond the narrow horizons that surrounded the cafe.
She must have dozed off because she was startled at the sound of Big Red's voice speaking to her.
'Hi, Red,' she answered, opening her eyes.
'You should be in bed, Libby,' he smiled, his strong white teeth shining in the darkness.
'It's too hot to sleep,' she replied, stretching her arms into the air.
Looking up at the massive man standing before her, she wondered again why everyone called him Big Red. He had shoulder-length black hair and always wore a band around his head. His piercing blue eyes glowed out from a tanned, rugged face with a deep scar slashing across his left cheek. Some people said he was called Big Red because he was part Cherokee, others said he got the name because of the bright-red color of his rig, but regardless of where he got his name, every drive said he was the best damned trucker on the road.
'You leavin' now?' asked the girl, looking up at his massive arms folded across his chest. His arms were bigger than most men's thighs.
'Yep,' he smiled down. 'I have to get this load into Marysville before sun-up.'
'I'll suck you off for two bucks,' giggled Libby. It was a little joke they had between them for a long time.
'Sorry,' he smiled, glancing suggestively toward the trailer. 'Whenever you make that offer, I'm not quite up to it.'
'Someday,' she laughed, 'I'll get to you before Mom does.'
'We'll talk about that when you grow up,' was his reply as he started walking toward his rig.
Libby walked beside him. 'You gonna stop by again next Thursday?'
'If God be willing,' was his reply as he gently patted her soft ass and swung up into the cab.
''Bye, Red,' she called as the powerful motor roared into life, shattering the stillness of the night.
'See you, Libby,' he called, jamming the big rig into gear and slowly moving out. The girl continued waving until the big truck was rumbling down the road. She kept listening to him shifting gears as the rig disappeared over the hill.
When its sound finally dissolved into the distant blackness of the still night, Libby walked slowly into the cafe and threw herself down on the little cot in the kitchen.
CHAPTER TWO
The following week passed rather uneventfully. Libby collected another seven dollars and fifteen cents by sucking three cocks. The extra dollar and fifteen cents had been collected from Reverend Daniels' son, Luke, having given him this special rate for a second blow job during the same session.
It was Thursday night again, and her mother was in a bitchy mood because Big Red had not stopped by. He usually arrived around seven-thirty, had dinner, and then retired to the trailer with her when they closed the diner at nine o'clock.
'Hell,' grumbled her mother about eight-thirty. 'I got a Goddamn headache. I'm afraid Red ain't comin' tonight and I'm dog tired. You mind clearing up and turning out the lights when those two customers leave? I think I'll go to bed.'
'Sure, Ma,' Libby answered. She was waiting for Billy Jefferson to bring out the money he owed her, and he usually got there about closing time.
When the customers had finally left, Libby turned out the lights and went out on the steps to wait for Billy. The fresh air felt good to the girl, as there was a soft breeze blowing from the west. She kept listening and peering down the dark road, waiting for the lights of the pickup to appear.
When Billy Jefferson had not arrived by eleven o'clock, she got up and slowly walked toward the darkened trailer. She had learned the bitter rule of business-never suck a guy off on credit.
The next morning Libby's mother was complaining of cramps due to her period that had started during the night. She was always impossible to get along with when she had her monthly, but this time she was more ornery than usual.
When the last lunch customer had left, her mother went back to the trailer, telling Libby to close the cafe for the day.
Locking the door and putting the closed sign out, Libby began mopping the floor. She hated the world today. She hated the crummy diner. She hated her mother, and most of all she hated Billy Jefferson for fuckin' her out of a dollar and a half.
A loud knock on the door snapped Libby out of her dreary thoughts. Looking through the greasy glass, she saw Big Red beaming in at her.
'What's going on?' he asked when she unlocked the door.
'Ma ain't feelin' well,' was her answer as she locked the door behind him.
'What's the trouble?'
'It's her Goddamned period,' she replied. 'Why don't you go out to the trailer and see her? Might cheer her up, and while you're gone, I'll put some coffee.'
When he returned a few minutes later, Libby put a cup of coffee on the counter in front of him.
'God,' he grumbled. 'She sure is in a bad mood. Told me to get my ass out and leave her alone.'
'Don't worry,' she giggled, leaning across the counter, making sure he could see her big luscious nipples daringly exposed under her low-cut neckline. 'Libby's always ready to take care of you.'
She was pleased with the expression that came over his eyes as he boldly stared at her nearly bare jugs.
'Do you like my boobs, Red?' she smiled, looking up at him with her lazy, hall-closed eyes.
'Yeah,' he grunted, draining his cup. 'They're pretty good for a kid. Now can I have some more coffee?'
Her ego deflated, she poured him another cup and walked around the counter, seating herself on the stool next to his. Pulling her short skirt up, exposing a big slab of her soft naked thighs, she placed her elbow on the table, and resting her upturned face in her hand, she looked straight into his eyes. 'You still think I'm a fuckin' kid, don't you?'
'No,' he laughed pleasantly. 'I don't think you're a kid. You're just not my type. I like my women to be more mature, like your mom.'
'Shit,' she sulked. 'Did you ever try a nice young piece of ass?'
'Look, Libby,' he said seriously. 'I'm more than old enough to be your father, and I'm also old enough to know better than to chippy around with a young cock-hungry little girl.'
'Bet you can't even git a hard-on,' was her sarcastic reply.
'Maybe I can and maybe I can't,' he answered, slowly sipping his coffee.
