Teenage Hitchhiker Falls for Freewheeling Stranger in a Deserted Woods Clearing

Jenny Lawrence was walking home, taking her usual shortcut through the woods to her house. It cut off an two extra blocks, and she got to hear the birds singing as she strolled along, not really paying attention to her surroundings.

She walked down the fairly steep, but short bank to the creek, crossed on the stones, then clambered up the other side. There was a screen of brush along the top of the bank, then a small clearing, and a few more trees lining the road across from her house. The grass in the clearing was about knee high in the June sunshine.

As her head rose above the bank, she was astonished to find someone sitting in the small clearing beside a fairly large backpack. He was eating a sandwich and had a bottle of beer open beside him.

“Hello?” she said, entering the clearing. He looked up, startled.

“Hello.” he said. He looked around. “I'm not trespassing, am I?”

“I don't think so.” she replied. “What are you doing here? I've never seen anyone here before.”

“Well, I was walking to the freeway to hitch out, but it's further than I thought, and so I figured to take a break, eat some food, drink a beer and smoke a bowl, and see about maybe walking some more, or perhaps crashing here tonight. I walked a fair piece today.” he answered.

“You're a hitch hiker?” she asked, fascinated. “I've never met anyone who did that before.” She came over and sat in the grass next to him. “This is far out cool!”

“They call me Tripp.” he said. “What's your name?” he asked. “How old are you?”

“My name is Jenny, and I'm seventeen.” she told him. “You're going to spend the night here? What if it rains?”

“If it rains, I'll get wet as I walk to that motel up the road.” he replied. “It don't feel like rain, though, does it? I think it's going to be a nice night.”

“Me too.” she agreed, looking up. “Can I ask another question?”

“You just did, but go for it.” he chuckled.

“What did you mean by 'smoke a bowl?”

“You never smoked weed before?” he asked. “And you're seventeen?”

“You mean marijuana?!” she exclaimed, a little shocked. “No, never!”

“You want to try it? I promise it won't hurt you.” he offered. She watched him open a flap on his pack and pull out a baggie and a blue glass pipe.

“Oh my God, are you sure?” she whispered. “Oh, I'm going to get into SOO much trouble if anyone finds out.”

“How will anyone find out if you don't tell them?” he countered. He thumbed the pipe full and handed it to her with his lighter.

“Can you go fist so I can watch?” she asked timidly.

“Green hit tastes better.” he replied, pushing it back at her. She took it, then put the tip gingerly between her lips.

“Just practice taking a hit before you light it.” he suggested. “Suck some air through it, then inhale. Yeah, just like that. Now do the same thing as you light it.” He watched her take a hit, then cough out a big lungful of smoke.

“Hell yeah, baby!” he laughed. “Just like that! Take another one before you give it back, it's okay!”

She got her coughing under control, then breathed in another big hit, and was able to hold it in this time.

“Let it out slow and easy this time.” he advised. “Nice... How do you feel?”

“Really relaxed.” she smiled back, speaking a little slowly. “Wow, this feels really nice.”

“Are you feeling horny at all?” he asked. “You know, turned on? A lot of people say it gets them going. I know it does for me.”

“Umm, I don't know.” she said. “Maybe?”

“Well, does this feel good?” he asked her, putting his hand on her knee. He stroked her inner thigh through her jeans, running his hand dangerously close to her crotch.

“Yes!” she giggled, trying to close her legs. He put his other hand on her knee and held them open, giggling and laughing with her.

“If it feels good, then why are you trying to stop me?” he asked.

“I don't know.” she laughed. “I'm not supposed to let boys touch me there.”

“How about here?” he asked, moving both hands up and cupping her breasts. “That feels good too, doesn't it?”

“Ohh, you have to stop that, too!” she giggled, pushing his hands away. “That felt even better!”

“Smoke some more of this.” he suggested. “You might not want me to stop so much if it feels even better.”

“I already don't want you to stop.” she whispered. His hands were on her thighs again, rubbing her through her jeans as she took a third hit. “Oh my goodness, I've never felt anything like this in my whole life!”

“If you came with me, you could feel like this all the time.” he said softly.

“Come with you?” she asked, startled. “Where?”

“Where do you want to go?” he asked, taking the pipe back and putting it away. “If you could go anywhere in the United States, where would you go?”

“Anywhere?” she mused, leaning back against his pack and looking up at the clouds. “I'd go... to the Pacific ocean. Somewhere with an endless sand beach, as far as the eye can see in either direction and the sun going down into the water. Then we fall asleep by the fire and the sound of the waves.”

“That sounds really beautiful.” he said, stroking her face with his hand. “As beautiful as you are.” His hand moved down and cupped her breast. “I know just the perfect spot to make it happen, too. San Diego. Totally warm this time of year, too. Little kids there have no idea what snow is, except for TV. You should come with me.”

“I can't come with you; I'm only seventeen. I'm still in high school.” she said. “My parents would kill me.”

“Well, no, not if you stayed away long enough. If you chicken out after a few days, yeah, they're going to be plenty steamed, sure. Grounded for the rest of the year.”
“But if you're gone a month? Six weeks? No, they're just gonna be glad to see you again. They'll probably be too scared to really do anything for fear you'll take off again for good. Nope. They'll be the best, most sweetest parents a young lady could ever want.”

“They'd be worried out of their minds! I couldn't do that to them!” she protested. “It wouldn't be fair to them, and I have school.”

“Yeah, they'd worry.” he admitted. “But you would be perfectly fine. There's like, what, a week left before summer vacation? Big deal. All their worry would be for nothing, and you would have the time of your life this summer. Free, anonymous, and on the grandest adventure you could imagine. Sleeping under the stars; eating in restaurants every day, getting rides from complete strangers, who are really the most wonderful people in the world.”

“Really?” she asked, her voice full of wonder. “You eat in restaurants every day?”

“Sure.” he said easily. “And when it rains, I get motel rooms. I just felt like sleeping outside tonight, and this spot is as good as any. There's actually a motel just a mile or so up the road if I need it.”

“How could you get a motel?” she asked.

“Easy.” he said, pulling out his wallet. It wasn't fat with money, but it wasn't thin, either, and a lot of the bills were hundreds, she noted, as he riffled them for her.

“Where did you get all that money?” she asked, her mind boggled.

“My parents were rich when they died.” he said. “My trust fund matured when I turned twenty one, and I invested most of it. I get twelve hundred a month just from the trust fund, but I get sixty five hundred a month from my investments. I have trouble spending it all, and you look like just the person to help me.
“If you want to come with me, that is.” he looked at her pointedly.

“You're serious.” she said. “You really want to take me to California?”

“Starting with tonight in the motel up the road, then a shopping trip tomorrow, then... the open road, baby! You and me, and... hey, do you like cars?” he asked. “It's the wrong time of year for a convertible, but a car, yeah... we drive to California! I'm going to buy a car tomorrow, how's that? No hitchin' for us, I'm gonna ride you in style.”

“I'll make you a deal.” she said, eying the wallet full of money. “You buy my dream car, and I'll ride to California in it with you so we can spend my perfect night on the beach.”

“Deal.” he grinned.

“Wait a minute.” she said. “I'm not done yet. At

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