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 Age of Aquarius -- Prologue by Chris Hailey, Copyright 2021

   Story codes: MF, MMFF, MFg(10), first, oral, anal, preg, romance

   Summary: Set in the Summer of Love, 1968, this is the story of how the
arrival of a special family at a hippy commune in the Catskills changed the
protagonist's life forever.  As with most of my stories, this one's really
a love story.

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   The radio was turned up loud, playing Simon and Garfunkel's latest hit,
and I was signing along--"Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike...!"
But this quiet stretch of upstate Route 28 sure as hell wasn't the New
Jersey Turnpike, and there weren't any other cars to count, which is why I
was surprised to see two girls up ahead on the side of the road, thumbing a
ride.

   I pulled over, and hollered out the passenger window over the music,
"Where you headed?"

   "Anywhere!" one of the girls answered.  She was a "large-boned" girl,
with brown curls around ruddy cheeks, wearing a colorful satin print
paisley blouse.  She leaned over to look through the window, and I couldn't
help but notice an ample bosom swaying unencumbered as her shirt fell
partly away from her chest.

   "California!" the other girl said, leaning over as well.  She was the
opposite of her companion; petite, with auburn hair in a fashionable bob, a
tiny pair of cutoffs and a tight white tee.

   "I think you're going the wrong way to get to California," I said,
turning down the radio.

   The petite one giggled.  "Maybe so!"

   "Well," I reached over and opened the passenger door, "I'm not going to
California, but I'll take you as far as I can."

   "Cool," they said in unison.  The little one tossed her bag into the
back seat and climbed into the car, then slid over next to me to make room
for her friend.

   As the larger one climbed in and shut the door behind her, she leaned
around her friend and asked me, "Do you know where the Hillcroft Manor is?"

   I laughed.  "Sure do!  That's actually where I'm headed."

   "Really?!?" both girls said.  "Cool!" the chubby one continued.  "We
heard that we can probably find someone there that'll give us a ride to
California."

   "Yeah, there's a lot of people coming and going from the Manor.  I'm
sure someone will be heading to California eventually."

   "We also heard that they have really good acid!" the littler one added,
following it up a giggle.

   "That's definitely true," I nodded.

   "Sweeeet!  Let's go!"

   I pulled back onto Route 28.  "I'm Brian, by the way.  Brian Hallstrom."

   Both girls giggled.  "That's a very grownup sounding name!" the little
one said.

   "I'm Starfire," the bigger one offered, which made her companion giggle
some more.

   "What about you?" I asked the first girl.  "Do you have a 'nom de hippy'
as well?"

   More giggles.  "Not really."

   "Well, how about we call you 'Hitchhiker' then?"

   "Okay!" Hitchhiker agreed.

   "So, do you girls hitch a lot?" I asked.

   "Oh yeah.  It's the only way to get around, where we're from,"
Hitchhiker answered.

   "Where's that?"

   "Vermont.  We're just small-town girls, looking for adventure!"

   "Well, I hope you find it."

   "I think we will!"

   "I've never hitched myself," I said.  "Aren't you worried about winding
up stranded somewhere?  I mean, what are the chances that someone like me
happens by on this old deserted road, and going to the same place you are?"

   "It's pretty easy to get a ride," Hitchhiker answered.  "Most guys are
happy to pick up a couple girls like us."

   "I suppose." I had to agree.

   "Most of 'em expect something in return, though," her friend Starfire
added.  "Grass, gas, or ass!" Both of them giggled some more.

   "That's not good."

   "Nah, it's okay" the little one responded.  "Fat old farmers deserve
blow jobs, just like everyone else, right?" More giggles from both of them.
"And they're always nice about it, it's not like their wives do it for
them."

   Starfire leaned forward to look at me around her friend.  "Alice loves
giving blow jobs."

   Her friend nudged her with her elbow.  "What about you?" she asked me.
"Are you married?"

   "Nope."

   "Girlfriend?"

   I hesitated for a moment, not exactly sure how I'd characterize my
relationship with Emily.  "No, no girlfriend, neither," I answered, more or
less truthfully.

   "Then you must be hard up!" Starfire laughed.  "Alice'll give you a blow
job if you want.  Right, Alice?"

   Hitchhiker laughed.  "Sure!"

   "Very tempting," I said, "But I'll pass.  Hey Starwhatever--"

   "Starfire."

   "--Starfire.  There's a joint in the glovebox."

   "Awesome!" The girl retrieved the joint and I handed her a lighter.  She
fired it up and took a big drag, then passed it to her friend.

   "So you don't like blow jobs?" Hitchhiker asked with that funny inhale
voice that you use when you're holding in a hit.  She passed the joint to
me as she talked.

   "All guys like blowjobs!" Starfire answered for me.  "But maybe he's
gay? That's why he doesn't have a girlfriend."

   "Oh, sure," Hitchhiker said.  "That's cool," she added as she exhaled
her hit.

   "No," I laughed, hitting the joint and passing it back to Starwhatever.
"I like a blow job just fine.  Only, it seems a little exploitative, to
make a girl blow me for a ride."

   "Oooh!" Hitchhiker said.  "A gentleman!  How sexy!" Both girls giggled
mightily at that.

   "So, what's in California?" I asked, looking to change the subject.

   "Nothing," Hitchhiker answered.  "Just fun."

   "We just got done with high school a couple weeks ago." Starfire took a
drag before continuing.  "And we're both going to college in the fall, so
we figured, why not take the summer off?  You know, 'to look for America?'
she sang, sounding silly as she held in the hit.  The girls giggled some
more.

   "That's a good plan," I nodded.

   "What about you?  You seem a bit square to be hanging out with a bunch
of hippies and acid freaks."

   "Square?"

   Hitchhiker elbowed her companion again.  "He's cool, he's smoking us up,
isn't he?  That's not square!"

   "I guess," the other said.  "Everybody smokes pot, though.  Even
squares."

   "Well, I don't think you're square at all," Hitchhiker turned to me to
contradict her friend.  I have to admit, I was liking the cut of this
girl's jib.  To use a very "square" expression.

   "Thank you, Alice," I replied.  "And I don't think you're square,
either. Not nearly as square as your friend over there."

   That sent the girls howling with now-stoned laughter.

   "But to answer your question, Squarefire"--more howls of laughter--"I'm
actually the proprietor of the Hillcroft Manor."

   "The 'proprietor?'" the little one asked.

   "That's what squares say when they mean they own a place," Starfire
said.

   "Too true!" I said.  Now all three of us laughed.

   "You own the Hillcroft Manor?" Hitchhiker sounded impressed.

   "Yep."

   "No way!  You're like a legend!"

   Starfire leaned over to look at me.  "Now Alice really wants to give you
a blow job!"

   Another elbow.  "I just can't believe we got picked up by the guy who
owns the Hillcroft Manor!"

   "Seems like an auspicious start to your adventure!" I said.

   "Oh, totally!" Hitchhiker agreed.  "I can't wait until we get there!"

   "It's just up ahead.  Look, you can see it through the trees."

   A big white colonnade facade, fronting a large three story mansion,
appeared around the corner.  In the front yard, a dozen or so long hairs
sat in the grass in various stages of undress.  They waved when they saw me
turn up the road.

   "Here we are!"

   "Sweet!" Both girls grinned with excitement.



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