My travel plans were okay, just about perfect, until I got out on the road alone. The traffic wasn't as heavy as I'd hoped for. But with hitchhiking illegal on the main highway, this one was my only choice, the only other road going in the right direction. I was headed toward the coast, the sandy beaches, the vacation resorts, an area vast enough to provide concealment. But now, after a couple of short hops with local folks, I seemed to be stalled temporarily, stranded alongside a rather barren stretch of concrete. And was that a storm cloud darkening the sky overhead?
A few drops of rain fell, almost cause for panic as the clouds thickened. I'd been pretty careful so far, shying away from cars that might mean trouble, but the oncoming flood called for desperate measures – and I was about to risk my pink-and-white with whatever came along, even obvious wolf-type salesman. Any old port in a storm, I figured. And then – call it luck, call it coincidence, call it a miracle! – the car that swerved in and squealed to a stop was like an answer to a prayer. Two women. And as long as I was risking my pink-and-white body…
The blonde behind the wheel gave me a wave of welcome. "Need a lift, honey? Climb aboard."
"Thanks. Going far?"
"All the way." The driver nudged her dark-haired somewhat younger companion. "Let her sit in the middle, Fleur. We'll share her." Then, as I slid onto the seat, "Like I said, honey, we're going all the way. Right to the shore and then across the bay to the peninsula. That far enough?"
"Uh-huh. Sounds wonderful, ma'm."
"Ma'm?" The woman grinned. "Do I look that old to you? Call me Amanda. And this is Fleur. And now, my little roadside waif, what's your name?"
"Loi." I spelled it out for her.
"That's an odd name. Loi. Cute, though. So tell me, just how far are you going?"
"Depends."
"Oh? Depends on what?"
I drew a deep breath. "On a lot of things. Mostly, I guess, it depends on how far you want to take me."
Amanda burst into laughter. Patting my knee, she leaned over to speak to her friend in a mock confidential tone. "What do you think, Fleur? How far shall we take our charming little hitchhiker?"
"Beats me. You're the boss."
"Ah yes, I'm the boss." In silence, the woman concentrated on tooling the car past a small traffic snarl. Then, as the road cleared again, she dropped her hand from the wheel in another caress, less casual this time. "Well now. Loi? All the way?"
Up ahead, a ray of sunlight broke through the clouds. Seated between the two exquisitely feminine creatures, I felt just fine. Was she really serious about taking me out to the peninsula? So it appeared. I had never been there, of course – the peninsula was a kind of playground for the idle rich, dotted with luxurious summer homes, all on a grander scale than the mainland beaches. Was this offer of hers sincere? I sure hoped so.
"Well? All the way? How about it, honey?"
A genuine invitation, doubtless. I smiled and nodded my head, uttering my acceptance in words that seemed to fit the situation perfectly. "Whatever you say, Amanda. You're the boss."
That pleased her, evidently, and the subject was tabled. As if it had already become a foregone conclusion. Ignoring me now, the two of them got into a discussion on routes and such, trying to decide whether to switch to the main highway. Until at last we pulled into a large one-step service station, complete with bar and restaurant, to fill up on food and gasoline and check the roadmap.
We sat in a booth and ordered sandwiches. Then, while they went over the spread-out map together, I went to the restroom to pee and primp a little. I felt upset now, slighted by their apparent lack of interest; had my presence already lost its novelty? And finally, right there alone in front of the mirror, everything welled up inside me and I shed a few tears.
Actually, the neglect of my new acquaintances had only triggered the reaction; it must have been building up ever since leaving home in such a hurry. I missed my father, I missed the security of my own bed in my own room. And it was quite a jolt to realize that I had become a runaway child once and for all, burning my bridges behind me, facing the world with only myself to rely on. No wonder the tears multiplied and began to gush.
That was when Amanda came in, all sweetness and sympathy the instant she spotted my woebegone expression. Her arms reached out to enfold me, tugging my head into the warm slope of her bosom, a gesture more maternal than sexual. Her hand stroked my hair gently, ever so tenderly, bringing on a second emotional torrent – tears of gratitude now. I buried my face in the softness, ashamed of my tearful outburst but truly grateful for her understanding. Delicate fingers caressed the nap of my neck, and I soon became aware of a change in my benevolent new-found friend, an increasingly rapid rise and fall of her breasts. It was no more than vaguely significant though, and I continued to seek the security I had been missing, the lovely sense of security that stemmed from her perfumed flesh pillowing my damp cheeks, so soft, so sweet, so motherly…
Motherly?
Of course. Motherly, what else? She was still petting me, soothing me, crooning faint sounds of compassion in my ear, obviously concerned only for my welfare. The tenderness of a mother for her forlorn little girl. Any other involvement here was all in my own mind, a corruption of this intimate but sexless embrace. Only it didn't seem sexless any more, somehow, and a wave of shame overwhelmed me in the wake of such a staggering admission. I could feel the hot pulsations, the voluptuous stirrings of excitement in my body; what else could that clammy moisture between my legs have sprung from?
It was embarrassing, sure enough, but I couldn't resist the magnetic force that held me there. I fastened my sucking lips to the skin and lost myself in its scented magic. She seemed all tits and belly now, big flesh titties spilling half-naked over the top of her bra – and soft pouty belly undulating against mine, arousing me to even greater fervor. Then, unaccountably, I felt her caressing fingertips add a slight pressure, a downward nudge – as though a weight was on my shoulders, pushing me toward the floor. Or was it pulling me down, that dragging sensation in my loins?
No matter. I couldn't stop to figure it out. Motherly or not, Amanda must have been infected by the feverish outcroppings of my erotic desire. It all happened so swiftly! One minute she was all sympathy and no sex, a moment later my knees were bent and the musky odor of impassioned cunt was setting my nostrils aflare from underneath her already partially rucked-up frock. It was as if I had been hurtled into some deliciously lewd adventure – in a roadhouse restroom, imagine! – an adventure that could only end with the open declaration of our secret, silent but eloquent, a horny little cuntlapper drenching and quenching herself in succulent cunt…
"Wait. Oh shit, somebody's coming! And it's neither one of us, damnit – although I'm sure close, kid."
"Me too. Closer than you think." Giggling, I scrambled to my feet and returned to the mirror. "Hey, is that a blush or is it just warm in here?"
"Hush…"
The door swung wide and three women trooped in, one carrying an apparently wet baby in her arms. I was pretty wet myself – and so was Amanda, no doubt – but that only emphasized the disadvantages of growing up. The baby got freshly diapered, but even a careful swab-job in the privacy of a toilet cubicle left me with my panties still clammy.
Back in the booth, Amanda hit the booze rather heavily, but I needn't have worried over her driving. She simply pushed a pile of clothes aside and curled up on the rear seat and passed out, an enigmatic smile on her face. Fleur inherited the wheel and handled it well, surprisingly capable for such a dainty doll. We took the highway route that led toward the ferry, the big ferryboat, big enough to carry cars across the bay; it was supposed to be easier and more restful than continuing on by motor and entering the peninsula at the mainland neck. Anyway, I was looking forward to the boat ride – among other things! – and could have pinched myself black-and-blue and still wondered when this fantastic dream would end.
Not that there was anything dreamlike about the way I felt at the moment. Even though all conversation had long since waned, I remained upright and alert, nothing like Sleeping Beauty back there. I enjoyed watching Fleur drive, hunched over the wheel like an integral part of the mechanism. Or so I thought. Only her driving didn't mean so much after awhile, it was her body that had become the main attraction. I hadn't really noticed it before.
Funny. With only her handling of the car on my mind, I had watched openly and without the slightest embarrassment. And now, all of a sudden, I became self-conscious and could only cast sidelong glances in her direction. It was quite a body, I realized, small but perfectly proportioned, almost a pixie look. Although that impression might have come more from her hair and eyes, jet-black hair cropped short and huge green eyes that dominated her cute little face. And despite her apparent daintiness, there was a certain air of poise about her, an inner firmness, not quite as flowerlike as her very pretty French name. Fleur. I whispered the word in silence and could almost feel my lips tingle.
I glanced back at the other one, so comfortably asprawl on the rear seat, also a lovely sight. Irritating as the thought was, she reminded me of my stepmother. The same slinky blonde type. And just as bossy probably, although I couldn't see myself objecting in this instance. On the contrary. You're the boss, Amanda; hadn't I already established that fact? In a sense, I had even gone down on my knees to her. Hmm. If only that baby had stayed dry just a few minutes longer!
Facing front again, I licked my tingling lips and felt a faint twinge between my thighs, a soft spasm of desire. As if my cunt had developed a memory of its own. And once again, rapturously, it all seemed like a fantastic dream. How lucky could a girl get? I was sitting in a car with two beautiful women. Away from home less than a day and already my new life was taking shape – childhood's end! – no more puerile games, no more kid stuff. I was in the big leagues now. Two beautiful women. Three, counting me; wasn't I one of them now? Three beautiful lesbians…