Two Souls, Many Storms

Chapter 2- She is hottt

We spend the day doing word cross and talking but I can tell she is going stir crazy. I bring out monopoly and scrabble and it gets real. We are both competitive and before long we were laughing and singing to what ever comes on the radio in between the beeping of the emergency broadcasting. Officer Campbell delivers us hot meals just as promised and its heaven. Gumbo and rice and biscuits. Hot real coffee not the instant shit. He also hands over a care package from his wife. Cookies and Jerky. We thank him and wish him the best and to be safe. He tips his hat and off he goes into the rain. 

Just after dinner Shannon makes a mad dash to get something out of her saddle bags and is soaked to the bones by the time she gets back. I hand her a towel and dry clothes. The best I can do is a night shirt and shorts with draw strings. She takes them and starts to strip bare. I try not to look but her tattoos are vibrant and many. Lots of designs that swirl in and out of each other. Her back is covered in them. Her hips too and that's when I force myself to look away. She deserves her privacy. Once dressed she gets into the bag she ran for.  

She pulls out a deck of cards, clean but damp underwear, some deodorant, spray and last but not least a bottle of Jack Daniels. "This was willed to me by my good buddy Handyman. He left me a note to drink it but only with a special person. That I would know when the time was right. Well Tally the time is right my dear." She opens the sealed bottle and holds as far up as she can. "To Handyman, thank you for the gift and to Tally, thank you for giving this biker shelter during the storm of my life" She tips it towards me and then takes a sip. I am offered the bottle a few times but refuse. 

But it all changed when she started asking me questions about my sexuality and such. Fuck me rough this is going to be a long night so I take the bottle and try not to choke on the fiery liquid. My belly is instantly warmed and I'm not sure what I am getting my self into but you only live once.  By the time we shared half the bottle I am tipsy as fuck. We are dancing and cracking jokes about random stuff. 

Shannon is in charge of the music and puts on hips don't lie. She grabs by hips and pulls me back against her body and we move like its nobodies business. Its a great song and I only dance in private but fuck it. I wont ever see Shannon again and what else is there to do? She has made it clear she is into woman more then once and I have made it clear I didn't know where I stood and at this point in my life I didn't have to make a choice. 

I am a truck driver and have been for a few years now and I don't want a relationship. I travel where I am sent and that's not easy on relationships. I have seen it happen more times then I can count So simple really. Don't get married, buy a bob and let it all go. We are sweaty and out of breath and more then tipsy and have the bright idea to go play in the rain. 

There is no one around and its still light out so lets do it. I strip down to my sports bra and shorts and jump down. The drops hit every inch of my body and it feels cold and refreshing. Shannon tosses me her body wash and we scrub each other down and rinse in the run off from a makeshift funnel we made out of foil and even in our drunken state it worked well. I may smell like Irish spring but I am clean and relaxed. my muscles liquid, my brain jelly.

By the way Shannon is fucking hot. I mean cream worthy hot and I wish I could get out my vibrating friend and got off while fantasizing she is worshiping my body but lets be honest here. There is no way she would want to. I am a plus sized woman and a five at best. She is a goddess and ten or eleven even and no that's not Jack talking.

She is five foot eleven ish? Taller then my five eight. She has muscles and broad shoulders. Like she lifts weights but its not just her upper body, her legs are also ripped. The sides of her head is shaved but the top is long and in blue hombre box braids. She has tattoos on the sides and there really mesmerizing. I could get lost in them all.  

She dries me off inside the cab and even turns on the heat. Playing in the rain was a good idea but its easy to forget how cold it can be. I am shivering and again Shannon to the rescue. She rubs my shoulders back and wraps us in the blankets on our makeshift bed on the floor. We fall asleep to the sound of heavens tears pelting the roof and windows. The occasional sway of the truck from the wind rocks us like a cradle.  I close my eyes and think to myself if I never get the chance to know comfort again at least I got to this day. I felt loved and cherished. Cared for and beautiful.

Shannon here. Well Tally is a bit of a lightweight and funny as can be. She has a kind soul. I will always be grateful to her for stopping and allowing me to share her space for the last few days. I wish she would see how beautiful she is when she laughs or when she is thinking hard. Like yesterday when she was working on her books and she bit her lip. How she snored lightly and snuggled back into my arms. Damn. I wish we had more time but the little time we do have is coming to an end. Its morning and I am going to make us coffee and pancakes. We are going our separate ways at noon. She is heading towards Michigan and I am heading towards Virginia to deal with some stuff for my president. I say a small prayer to the gods that if our paths were meant to cross again that it would be at a time when both of us are in better place for trying a relationship because she is the kind of woman I would bring home to not only my mom but my club as well.