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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Driving to Napa by John-the-Author (quinton233@aol.com) *** First-person story about a man released from prison on parole after a fling with a woman who was 17 and looked 24 who meets up with another hot 17-year-old on the way to his cousin's vineyard in Napa and (hopefully) his new life. (M/f-teen, strangers) *** My name is John. I was driving along the road outside of Lompoc, California. Lompoc is not what you call a great town. Nor is the reason I've been there any good, either: I just finished a 5-1/2-year sentence for having sex with a 17-year-old. Shit. Pisses me off the way they think they can legislate morality in this country. No, it wasn't a frame, no, I didn’t get hung out to dry by her parents, or anything like that. I met her one night in a bar she’d snuck into. She looked like she was about 23 or 24. Hell, I was only 26 at the time. I figured that when I asked her to come party with me that she would be willing. Bad luck for me that she was. We went out to the local passion pit and the sheriff and two deputies caught us in the back seat of my Pontiac with the front seat down and her pants flapping in the breeze. The local DA had a hard-on for morality of some kind, because he figured he had to make this a real cause celebré. The jury was all upright citizens and the judge was up for election and before I knew, I'd gotten the maximum sentence - 9 years in a medium security prison, eligible for parole in 5-1/2. Prison is no fucking fun. There ain't no fucking there, neither. Leastwise, not with women. A couple of the guys made passes at me, but I just wasn't interested enough to change my ways. I don't have any problem with homosexuality, but it's just not for me. But I survived and that’s something. Some guys didn't. I got a good education behind the bars and had lined up a job with my cousin's vineyard in Napa and I was able to convince the parole board that I should be let out. So here I am, five-and-a-fucking-half-years later, driving away from Lompoc as fast as I can. Goodbye, Lompoc State Pen, forever! I stopped at a truck stop to get a sandwich and some coffee. As I was heading back out to the car, I saw something. It looked like... yes, it was! There was a young woman who looked good coming toward me. Hell, after five and a half years in prison, the crack of dawn wasn't safe around me, but I mean, this woman looked GOOD! She had on a lot of denim (I thought I'd never want to see denim again): a denim vest, denim skirt that went down to her ankles, with a little ruffle all the way around, and a dark shirt. White socks, though—a little strange, and it's what set me on guard. She walked up to me and said, "Hi, mister. Are you heading towards Napa?" "Who wants to know?" I said. Maybe I was crazy, but prison doesn't make you open and giving at first. She said, "I'm hitching up the road from LA. I was traveling with a boy I know, but he decided to head for the Bay Area first. I wanted to get up to Napa ‘cause I have friends who live up in the hills." I didn't say anything. "I was uh... sorta hoping I could, maybe, get a ride?" she finished timidly. I still didn't say anything. The parole board hadn't said anything much about women or hitchhiking, just not to get into trouble and to avoid other felons. I finally said, "How old are you?" She looked at me and said, "Almost 18." Jee-zus. Another fucking 17-year-old. Just what I need now. She looked at me and said, "Please? I've been waiting here for a couple of hours and no one wants to give me a ride." I said, "What's your name?" She replied, "Helen." I said, "Look, Helen, let me tell you something: I've just gotten out of prison. I've been in prison for about five years. I didn't do anything violent or evil, I just made the mistake of picking up a girl in a bar who was 17 and who looked and acted like she was 24. I got out on parole this afternoon, picked up a car that my cousin left for me with a friend of his up there, and left. I'm heading for Napa to get a job with him and try to put my life back together. Do you really want to be alone in the same car with a man who hasn't seen a woman, let alone a really good-looking one like you, for five years?" She looked me right in the eye for a long moment and then said, almost inaudibly, "Yes." That threw me. I hadn't expected that answer. At a loss for anything better to say, I unlocked the door of the Pontiac, and said, "Get in." She did. We drove for a little while in silence. I didn't know what the fuck to say. She'd made it kinda clear what she was interested in, but I didn't know how to start. I was almost twice as old as she was at this point. Finally, she said, "Uh, I meant what I said about wanting to rid e with she. I'm not some hooker trying to swap a ride for a little nookie, but I really do think you're attractive. I'm sorry for you that you've been away all this time. I'd sorta like to help, if it won't get you into trouble again." For the second time that day, I didn't know what to say. Here was this gorgeous long-haired piece of jail- bait asking me if I wanted to screw! Mama mia, what now? I looked over at her and saw that she was breathing a little harder and that there was a tiny film of sweat on her upper lip. It was getting towards dark and I couldn't see real well, but, yes! As I looked at she, her hand reached down and rubbed gently but firmly at the fold of denim in her crotch. She wasn't kidding. I said, "I don't want to get into trouble again, but I'd like to fuck you right now more than anything I've ever done." She said, "I'd like to fuck you, too." I said, "So now what?" She said, "I know this road. There's an abandoned gas station not far from here. There's a road nearby that leads out into a field with some trees. I've been there a couple of times before with friends when we wanted to get high. I know that no-one goes there." I pressed the gas pedal down a little harder and we got to the gas station five minutes and two eternities later. I pulled off the road and headed up towards the field with the lights on the car off. She said, "Park here." I did and we got out of the car. She said "C'mon!" and grabbed my hand. We started running for the woods, she leading and me following like I had a ring in my nose. We got to the woods and I saw that what she had said was right. Hot damn! She said, "There's a little glade right back through here that's completely private." We walked into the glade. She was standing with her back to me when she suddenly whirled around and, before I knew it, she was kissing me furiously. I did what I could to kiss back. It was heavenly! After all this time to feel the taste and smell of a woman again was ecstasy. I almost came right there. My body shuddered with pleasure. She pulled away, a little surprised and said, "I've never felt someone react that strongly before." I said, "You've never kissed someone just out of prison before, I'll bet." She smiled and said, "Well, no." She backed up from me a few feet and stood there. I just admired. She then started stripping off clothes. The denim vest went first, followed by the top and the bra. She stood there, her bare breasts exposed and the nipples crinkling a little in the light from the quarter moon that was still in the sky. I moved toward her in a daze. She reached out and touched me and said, "Let me do you some first." She grabbed my belt buckle and tugged it loose. I would have helped her if I could, but I was too wiped out by the circumstances. She could have produced a meat cleaver and chopped me up with it and I couldn't have stopped her. I felt her shuck my pants off and I kicked them away. Control finally returned to my fingers and I clumsily unbuttoned my shirt. She smiled as I divested myself of my last clothes and stood there naked and erect in the light. Then she said, "Now it's my turn." She did something at the side of her skirt and suddenly it fell away, leaving her mother-naked. She moved toward me and snuggled in, her lips pressing hard into mine again, her tongue searching for mine, darting in and out. I kissed back and then moaned as I felt her hot pussy grinding into my erection. We fell onto the ground without breaking our embrace. She started kissing her way down my body and I felt my erection being slurped up in her warm, wet mouth. Her head bobbed up and down. I said, "Wait, I don't want to come yet. I want to make this one last." I pulled her head away gently and said, "I want to eat you. I've been jerking off for five years thinking about the taste of fresh hot pussy. Will you let me?" Her answer was to reach around, pull herself back up, and straddle my chest. I could smell the aroma of hot cunt just inches from my face. She reached down and pulled the outer lips apart so that I could see the beautiful light pink interior surrounded by brown curly hair. "Will this do?" she said. I growled and grabbed both her asscheeks from behind and pulled her cunt into my face. I was delirious with pleasure. I gobbled and guzzled like there was no tomorrow and, frankly, I was happy enough that I didn't care one way or another. I heard her start to gasp and then she said, "Yes!" sharply. I kept up the attack on her clit, swabbing and licking that little bud until I thought my tongue would explode. All of a sudden, I felt a rush of liquid down my chin and she fell backward across my body. I lifted my head to see if she was all right, but she grabbed my head and said, "No, don't stop yet!" and shoved my face back in her crotch. I went back to slurping, relishing every blessed moment of it. Her thighs clamped down across my cheeks and head spasmodically at first, then with a rhythm and I felt her fucking my tongue. I caught the rhythm and we went at it together. It was everything I'd been waiting for and more. The joy of eating her pussy was something I'd dreamed about, but I knew that all the cunt I'd had in my time was never as sweet as this. I’d hit the jackpot, for sure. Her thighs stopped clamping down so hard and I felt her relax. I lifted my head again and said, "Wanna fuck now?" She said, "Oh, yes." I lifted her up and settled she down on my still-throbbing erection. I always liked fucking "up," and I was getting everything I wanted on this one, it looked like. She settled in with a little wiggle of the hips and I felt her cunt loosen even more. I didn’t want to cum yet, so I held her hips and just soaked in her for a moment, but she started to lift herself up and down. We both pumped slowly for a while, just relishing the sensation. I admired the way her nipples bounced in the moonlight and I reached up to touch them. She smiled when I did this. I continued to pump, harder and harder, until overcome at last with the excitement, I shot deep inside her. It felt like my cock was a mile long and that gallons of cum were pulsing through it. Incredible! Her cunt clenched around my cock a couple of times and she said, "Oh, YES!" and then fell forward on me. I could feel a little trickle of cum and her juices running down my balls. It tickled a little but I’d be damned if I was going to change position right then. She snuggled up on top of me, tucked her head to one side on my chest, and sighed happily. We lay there for a few minutes, stroking each other. She broke first, saying, "We'd better take off. I don't want to get you into trouble." We dressed and went back to the car. I drove her to the house in Napa where she wanted to go. Funny how things work out: I've now got a job at my cousin's as lead pressman and she lives down the road about a mile. The grape stomping sessions we have in the summer are still the time of my life! END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 34