Oh! She really liked this guy! He was a Hippie type, long and lanky with blond hair and a rough beard that was always unkempt. He was fun and he liked to screw all the time. Those were important factors in her requirements for dating.
He also really liked children, so the passel of rambunctious little ones she helped care for in the afternoons delighted him. They went to the park where he played chase, hide and seek, and whiffle ball with all of them in turn. Later that evening he helped her cook up a big pot of spaghetti while she supervised baths and stories.
The next weekend Eric and Kristie headed headed out for the river to get some sun, water, and companionship. It was true what they said about river folks; they were “happy to give.”
A big bunch of counter culture types were camped around a meadow in various tents and campers. They had a huge bonfire going. Someone was passing a jug of non-descript red around the circle while others were passing joints or a pipe to smoke and share.
A few of the guys in the circle were eyeing Kristie for a midnight hook up. Eric made a point of telling her that he wouldn’t care if she went with other guys. There were a couple of chicks he wanted as well. But Kristie wasn’t looking for anyone else right now. They left the circle together and camped right down on the dirt under some trees nearby.
Eric was not only an attentive lover, but he was young and healthy and could rise to the occasion several times a day. This was a major plus as far as Kristie was concerned. They had sex everywhere including in a dry creek bed where they were visible to everyone in the camp. They didn’t care. They were oblivious when they were coupling. Besides Kristie rather liked the idea of someone watching his little ass pumping away at her.
On the way home in the middle of the hot desert wind blowing through the open windows of his aging car, she went down on him. “Be sure to keep your eyes open,” she warned, as she gulped his prick down her throat. He seemed to drive faster the more excited he got. The water pump gave out at the exact moment he climaxed.
They were in the middle of nowhere with no money to speak of. They had $13.56 between them, but they had weed and they had wine, so they made a trade with a young apprentice who changed out the water pump for one that worked. It wasn’t new, but it did the trick.
They made it home safely. Shortly after that Eric became a fleeting romance that still lingered in her mind. “One of the thousand?” her roommate asked.
“Yeah, something like that,” Kristie pondered her next move. She thought she might like to stay on the river permanently….
(First published 8/9/12)
