The Storm SeXStoRY

Introduction: Survival in the Rockies takes a special talent . . . While this is a work of fiction, I based it on some actual events that I either went through, or know the people that did. This isn’t a particularly sex-oriented story, but it has its moments. Again, your constructive comments are welcomed and appreciated. However if all you want to do is rant, please give your keyboard the day off! The Storm Roy felt the truck sliding towards the ditch, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He tried to remember exactly where he was, and whether he was about to crash into a cliff or fall over one. It was a really shitty night to be driving, and after all the years he’d been on the highway, he knew better. This load was supposed to be in Crofton by morning. By the look of it, he never would be able to deliver it, not tomorrow, not ever. Then he remembered the girl still in the sl**per, totally oblivious to the situation. If they went over the cliff, neither one of them would survive the crash, but maybe she’d die quickly, before she ever regained consciousness. The girl. She had been standing at the side of the road, hitch-hiking in the pouring rain, in the middle of nowhere. Roy didn’t usually pick up hitch-hikers, but even in the glare of the headlights he could see her shivering, and if he hadn’t picked her up, she wouldn’t have lasted another hour in that cold before hypothermia got her. Now that they were about to crash into God knows what, maybe he hadn’t done her such a great favour after all. Dead was dead, no matter what the cause. The truck hit some gravel, then began to lean to the left as it careened off the highway. Whatever was out there was going to come through his door before anywhere else, and he leaned to the right of the big steering wheel by instinctive reflex. It seemed like hours, but it was only a second or two before the side window exploded into a million little shards of glass and sheet metal crumpled like paper all around him. Roy blacked out almost on impact. When Roy regained consciousness, he had no idea what time it was, where he was, or how long he’d been out of it. He was cold. He was wet. He was covered in snow. It was pitch black everywhere. Oh, and he couldn’t move. There was no real pain, but whether that was the numbness of shock or just dumb luck took more thought than he could muster. The girl. Was she dead or alive? And if she was unfortunate enough to have survived, was she injured? How bad? Roy wanted desperately to look in the sl**per behind him and try to help her. If he could have moved, he would have checked, too. But he was trapped, and of no use to her now. That’s when he blacked out again. The next thing he remembered wasn’t much different than the last one. He was still wet. He was still cold. It was still snowing. And he still couldn’t move. About all that had changed was that it wasn’t dark any more. Roy carefully tried moving his arms, then his legs, and finally his head. Amazingly they all responded. They just didn’t have any room to move from, or to. Looking to his right, he realized that the passenger seat had ripped off its mounts and was pinning him to where the door should be. That seat had bent the steering column away from him, probably saving his life, for what that was worth right now. The air bag that supported his driver’s seat had ruptured, leaving the seat as low as it would go and pinning his legs against the kick panel in front of the door. Now, if he could just get the stupid seatbelt undone, maybe he could push that seat off him and get out of this metal coffin. Slowly, he inched his hands and fingers to where the release latch should be. Shock and disbelief! It was there, and he managed to get to it, then unfasten himself. With what felt like his last ounce of strength, Roy got a perch on the seat that had him pinned and pushed with all his mite. Unbelievably, the seat moved! Summoning up one more burst of energy, Roy shoved again, and the seat careened to where the windshield had once been, then tumbled out of the cab. It was immediately replaced by two feet of the coldest snow Roy could remember! But at least he could move a bit, and that made him feel better. Not a lot better, but better. The girl! He had to find her, to discover what condition she was in, whether she was dead or alive! He turned to look into the sl**per, which should be to his right. But all he saw was white, white, and more white. What the hell? Where was the sl**per? Where was the girl? Roy gave himself a few minutes to clear his head. He could feel a couple of broken ribs stabbing at his sides, but that seemed to be the only damage he’d sustained. Shit, what a miracle that was! Then he realized that where the gear shift should be on the floor no longer had a gear shift. There was only a hole left, and a lot of light coming through it. That didn’t make any sense. There should be the top of the transmission, at least! He cautiously peered out where the sl**per should have been. There it was, about 20 yards away! Both the cab and the sl**per must have come off the truck and been thrown clear of the chassis, but with all the snow, that 20 yards might as well be 200 miles! There was something lying on top of the doorway. What the hell was that, he wondered. Then he focussed his blurry vision and realized it was the crash guard that should have been anchored to the truck’s frame, right behind the sl**per. He had to get over there and check on the girl. That’s if she was still alive, which he doubted. It took all his will and energy to cover that 20 yards. A lot of the time he seriously considered turning back and finding some sort of shelter in the remains of the cab. But he just had to find out, to keep going, and if she was still alive, to do everything he could to keep her that way. After what seemed like two lifetimes, Roy managed to get to the bunk and pull himself up to the entranceway. His first idea was to just push the crash guard off, but something stopped him. Maybe it was a lack of strength left, or maybe it was some kind of Divine Intervention. He didn’t know and didn’t care. It was only afterwards that he realized that the sl**per offered more protection from the elements than the cab did, and the guard would act as a roof to keep some of this frigging snow out. Pushing the guard back enough to see inside, he saw her. She was shivering, and there was a lot of bl**d splattered over everything, which didn’t bode well for her survival. Shit! Summoning energy he didn’t know he had, Roy clambered through the opening and bent over the girl’s body. She was a pretty thing. Maybe a little on the skinny side, but she was about 18 or 19, had beautiful looking breasts, firm, round and soft. Her little patch of pubic hair looked a little long and untrimmed, and her inverted -V camel toe was a delight to behold. But she was naked! It took Roy a few minutes to remember that when the girl had crawled into the truck, she was soaked to the skin. He’d told her to get into the sl**per, get out of her wet clothes and into the sl**ping bag. He had explained to her how to crank the heater all the way to maximum, and demanded her to stay in that sl**ping bag until she built up a real good sweat. Oh, and if she felt thirsty, there was a cooler on the floor with lots of bottled water in it. She could help herself, to make sure she didn’t dehydrate, under any circumstances. Looking at her body, Roy broke out of his reverie and realized that she was still breathing! Shit, she was alive still! The crash guard had held in most of that heat that she’d poured into the bunk, and after all these hours, it was still relatively warm in there. He grabbed anything that would work like a blanket and threw it on top of her in a effort to give her some of that warmth back. Roy’s mind went back over the few details he had, and realized that when the sl**per had come off the truck, the girl had been covered by all the blankets and pillows, the mattress, and his flying laundry as she was tossed around. The bunk’s padded upholstery had protected her from anything sharp. If she had broken bones, he could deal with those. If she had internal injuries, however, that was a different matter. He’d never been a religious man, but for the next number of minutes, he prayed like a Benedictine monk! Checking her pulse, he found it was strong and steady. There was some bl**d on her lips and nose, and she was going to have one hell of a shiner over her right eye. Now if he could only get her back to consciousness. In an attempt to bring her back, he slapped her face. Not hard, but enough to get her attention. And the result? Nothing. He waited a moment, then slapped her again. She rolled her head and moaned. More gently now, he patted her cheek to help her back into the land of the living. Suddenly she grabbed his wrist and slammed his arm against the sl**per roof with more f***e than he figured her to have. “Fuck off, asshole!”, she growled at him. Well, he’d gotten her back to being conscious, but wasn’t sure if it had been worth it. “Hey, take it easy! I’m not going to hurt you, okay? Promise. Can you move at all?”, he asked her. “Who the fuck are you, anyways?”, she glared at him. “Where the hell am I? And why is it so fucking cold in here?”. Well, she sure had a colourful vocabulary, if nothing else, but the memory wasn’t too good. He glanced at her hair and saw that she was a brunette. So much for the blonde jokes. “Take it easy, girl. I’m the guy that picked you up when you were hitch-hiking back near Standard. You remember that?”. “No! No, I don’t remember hitch-hiking! You son-of-a-bitch! You fucking k**napped me! I’m calling the fucking cops!” Shit, no one should have to take that kind of crap! He’d saved her life, sort of, and what was he getting for his trouble? Yelled at, accused of k**napping, threatened, that’s what! Maybe he should have left her there to freeze to death. Not that this was much different. Same death, different location. “Look, I saw you standing at the side of the highway with your thumb out, shivering and soaking wet in the rain, three quarters frozen, and stopped to try and help. When I asked you where you were heading, you just yelled at me to get you the fuck outta there. Actually, you were a lot more insistent than that, but anyway. That was sometime yesterday evening. Now we’re about three hours into the mountains, we’ve been in an accident, and it’s snowing like a sonofabitch! No one will be down this road until after it stops snowing. That might be tomorrow, and it might be next week! But I’ll tell you this, right now. If it’s any longer than that, it ain’t gonna matter because we’ll both be froze to death! Okay?”. It took all Roy’s will to keep from screaming at her, until he remembered that it wasn’t her fault that they were stuck here in the middle of nowhere. It was his, and he owed her a chance to survive. “I . . . I’m sorry. The last thing I remember is three guys grabbing me and dragging me off to someplace. I was scared they were gonna r**e me, or maybe kill me. When they were busy, I snuck out and ran like hell. I didn’t know where I was or where I was going. I just knew that I had to run before they caught me again. But I don’t remember any highway, or sticking my thumb out, or any of that stuff you said”. “Yeah, and I’m sorry I bit your head off like that”, Roy apologized to her. “Let’s start again, okay? My name’s Roy. Roy Cuthbertson, but you can just call me Roy. You got a name? Girl doesn’t sound right, and I gotta call you something”. “Hi Roy. I’m Chrissy. Chrissy Donaldson. And I apologize for screaming at you, too. But how the hell did we get way the fuck and gone in the middle of nowhere?”. “It’s a long story. Let’s see what you’ve broken and injured first. Can you move your head from one side to the other? Go slow”. Chrissy turned her head all the way to the left, then to the right. That meant there was no real damage to her neck. Okay, try to lift you right arm, as high as you can.” she raised it almost up to the far wall. “Good. Now the other one”. That moved freely, too. “Perfect. Now try to sit up a bit, but go slow”. Chrissy attempted to sit up then screamed loud enough to be heard for miles in spite of the snowstorm they were stuck