No one who knew Tracy in college would have considered her an academic, even though that was a big part of who she was. She was naturally a critical thinker and didn’t necessarily take what she was told at face value. What really stood out about Tracy was her personality. She could always be found by her big laugh. Her twinkling blue eyes, her auburn curls, and engaging conversation drew people in. Everyone naturally wanted to spend time with her.
Once she became a University of Idaho co-ed, her sexuality really blossomed. Her breasts filled out to a perfectly rounded C-cup that were spaced closely together and topped with large responsive dark nipples. When she wore a push-up bra her cleavage was unmissable. She also learned easily that what was between her legs made just about any guy she desired attainable. Tracy had been blessed with a strong, beautiful, sexually charged body and a personality to match.
Once Tracy turned twenty-one, she discovered the appeal of going to hook-up bars. These provided her with a never-ending smorgasbord of men. She thoroughly enjoyed the entertaining banter and attention they provided. It was always exciting. There was risk, however. A few bad experiences had luckily turned out to only be educational and not worse. Those taught her to become very choosey. Any type of abuse was no fun.
Additionally, the few steady commitments she had tried rapidly turned into restrictive traps. Tracy had also seen relatives and friends choose long-term monogamous relationships and marriages. Then she had witnessed the disaster of emotional abuse and legal expenses that resulted when the marriages went to shit. Her dad was right when he told her she had to be smart and take care of herself. She knew someday she might like a long-term loving relationship. But for now, it was so much fun to explore the infinite variety of tastes at the sexy buffet. Why risk a personal disaster when she could explore an ever-widening range of interests and some very memorable sexual encounters.
The newest dating app turned out to be quite addictive. DSTD, a.k.a. Double Swipe To Date; it even sounded dangerous. The app utilized the user’s eye motions while they viewed pictures and key word frequency ratings in its match-up AI powered algos. The developers claimed the users would have more satisfying encounters. The app tempted women with Love and meaningful relationships. It tempted men with shots of gorgeous babes and casual sex. Tracy was smart enough to know those marketing ploys, so she used the app to her full advantage. She had a couple of different profiles depending on her mood. She had some great glamor shots and a one profile with photos that revealed a lot of skin. She knew exactly how to market herself. Once contact was made though, she would insist on further screening her prospective dates. Sometimes she would even coerce them to post seductive and tantalizing key words about her before she would meet them in person. If they wouldn’t play along, there were plenty of other tempting men in the wings.
Tracy had a neighbor that turned into a great friend. Robin had a gregarious smile, generous breasts, and a great figure. Her eyes sparkled when she laughed. Both of them had so much fun going out together that it became a regular thing. They both watched each other’s backs at the bars and clubs which they frequented at least weekly. They were able to trade party dresses even though some of the pencil skirts were insanely short on Robin with her long legs and high waistline. Together Robin and Tracy were unmissable. They could get all their drinks for free, but usually bought their own to convey the implied message that they were in control. They knew just how to cover for each other if an escape was needed or to help set the hook for some guy that might not be sure of his next move. They communicated nonverbally as needed in the noisy clubs to control any date vetting situation where maybe DSTD did not reveal the entire truth. The duo of Tracy and Robin enjoyed the banter and posturing as guys tried to convince one or both of them to go somewhere for a fun romp.
One Friday night at a local western bar Tracy’s app notified her that one of her interests was within a mile. A moment later there was a message to ask if he could buy her a drink. That app was sometimes too efficient. Tracy had dressed simply and conservatively in tight western-cut jeans and a red and white checkered western button-up blouse. She had been drinking mostly soda with lime because that night she was playing wing gal for Robin.
But it was clear that Robin was definitely hooking up, so Tracy was again carefree. “Why not?” she replied. Not ten minutes later a ruggedly handsome cowboy type walked in the door and immediately locked eyes on Tracy. “Oh God,” she thought. “He is even better looking than his pics. That doesn’t happen too often.” As her eyes worked their way down, she saw a generous bulge in some very nice-fitting jeans. “Wait, what the fuck, is that a rodeo buckle?” Despite being in a western bar Tracy was not a big fan of cowboy types. They had too much ego and always wanted to help out their ‘little lady’. Still, the rest of him was impeccably dressed. He was trying to make an impression and it was working.
Brett introduced himself immediately and casually reached out his hand saying, “Wow, it is so good to see you in person Tracy. May I refresh your drink?”
Tracy uncharacteristically felt herself blush a bit as their eyes met. “They have really good margaritas here.”
Brett ordered two drinks and they fell into easy conversation as he pulled up a barstool to join her at the bistro table. He sat close to her side so they could hear each other over the music. Tracy hoped he could also notice her delicate perfume. She learned he was a farmer with a large acreage growing mostly wheat about thirty miles south of town. He was surprised to learn that a co-ed would know so much about food production. Tracy probed more to learn that he also owned an eighteen-wheeler that was parked outside. “Really?” she asked with wide eyes, “I thought most all trucking is done with self-driving rigs nowadays.”
“Yes really.” Brett answered, “And yes, most rigs are self-driving, but a driver is needed on some roads, like the Lewiston grade where I just came up. I hauled some of my grain to the terminal at Clarkston and had the opportunity to return with a load of plywood that is going to Spokane. I said yes because the money is great for an easy haul. My rig is state-of-the-art and very comfortable. You should come check it out.”
Before Tracy could answer, Robin came back over with her date for the night. More margaritas disappeared as everyone visited. Robin protectively grilled Brett to vet him for Tracy. After a time, Robin also noticed her date getting restless, so the ladies made an opportunity to visit the bathroom and move the night along. Robin admitted, “Brett is really hot.” then jumped straight to the question at hand. Are you going with him tonight? We don’t know anything about him, really.”
Tracy swooned, then took a deep breath, realizing she had been drinking more than she intended. “Rob, did you see his eyes? He is so ruggedly handsome. I just want to get laid sooooo bad.”
As they washed their hands Robin agreed, “I’ll take a picture of his license and his truck. My guy can follow me so I can take your car back to our place. And you have to text me in the morning or I’m calling the cops.”
Back at the table, the ladies questioned the guys, “Ready to go?” Both guys immediately got up and held out their hands with happy smiles.
As the group left the bar, Brett’s imposing Freightliner Cascadia AI TM was hard to miss parked along the road with its custom paint, chrome wheels, and sleek lines. It had a custom double-long, raised-roof sleeper cab. The inside was stuffed with a comfy bed, onboard WC, and electronic comforts. Brett led Tracy as Robin interjected, “Let me get a picture of you two.” Tracy hugged Brett close and gave a happy smile.
Robin and her date waved bye as they went back across the road to the main parking lot. Brett opened the passenger door and said, “Hop on up and take a look around.” The interior lights came up to a warm glow. As Tracy climbed the steps, he gave her butt a pat adding, “Go clear on through to your left.” Brett followed her on in. The door closed and he told her proudly, “You can be very comfortable traveling here. The windows automatically darken one way for privacy. The back wall is also a flex-film, Ident-view screen.” Brett issued the command, “Cadia, show me a country evening.” The back wall lit to show an image of French doors looking over a grassy horse meadow at late sunset.