Bette Andrews

Hitchmiking Harlot

Chapter 1

Julie sat at the edge of the road, half-hidden in the tall grass. She had been trying to get a ride for the past two hours, but she hadn't met with any luck. A lot of middle-aged women with hats and blue hair had passed by in station wagons loaded with kids and dogs. They made faces at her, gave her the finger when their mothers weren't looking, and roared by, throwing up dust as they disappeared around the bend in the road. She leaned against her knapsack, the late afternoon sun tinting her skin golden. Opening her peasant blouse, she pulled it free of her jeans and let the warmth beat down on her naked chest. Her tits rose up, two perfectly proportioned round globes of succulent flesh, capped by large budding nipples surrounded by aureoles of dark pink skin.

Lazily she moved a hand over to her chest and cupped one tit, fingering the nipple and sighing, closing her eyes as she rolled the little finger of flesh between her thumb and forefinger. It grew hard and taut, elongating, stretching and filling her with a curious sense of warmth and comfort.

If it hadn't been for mother, she thought to herself, her mouth going down in an involuntary frown as the warmth spread languidly through her body and down to her loins, bathing her groin in a sweet pleasurable sensation.

Toying with first one nipple and then the other, she tried to put the pieces together in her mind. She was twenty-three and unhappy. Having found what she wanted, it had been rudely taken away from her and now she had left, determined to make it on her own.

I had no business living at home, anyway, she said inside her mind. What girl in her right mind spends her college years at home with her parents?

But her mother and father couldn't afford to let her go to a university out of town. She had been forced to attend the local college for four long suffering years. Now that that was behind her, she just didn't know what to do with her life.

It was mother's fault, she said again and she closed her eyes, returning to the past as the sun and the warmth lulled her gently to sleep.

Julie awakened with a start. She had been moaning in her sleep, tossing on the ground. Now, she looked down and saw how one of her hands had slipped right inside her jeans. A finger was thrust up inside her pussy and her hand was soaking wet. She had come in her sleep.

The memory of her affair with Mr. Billingham came back to her, and she smiled, wondering what he was doing, what he was thinking at this very moment. She hadn't seen him in years, for he had later confessed that he only dug making it with his students, young girls all innocent and virgin.