The Hitchhiker, Part 3

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Subject: "The Hitchhiker" Part 3 of 3 (long)
Date: 30 Aug 1995 19:40:19 -0400
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(This is Part 3 of 3 of "The Hitchhiker")
After another half an hour of driving Debbie spotted a sign for the
"Last Chance Inn" just off the next exit. They picked up a six pack of
beer on the way to the motel and were elated to see the large flashing
"Vaca_cey" as they approached (the letter "N" was burned out). As the
two weary travelers entered the lobby, Jenette suddenly felt compelled
to place her hand on Debbie's lower back, then letting it slip slowly
down to firmly grasp her left cheek. Jenette figured she was at least a
thousand miles from anyone who knew her in Winterpark, or back home in
LA, so what the heck. Besides, Deb did have a nice firm rear end.
Jenette squezzed Deb's cheek lovingly and whispered, "nice buns Deb" as
the clerk left the counter to run her Diner's Club card through the
machine. Deb, holding the cigarette pack and lighter in hand, just
smiled and proceeded to light one up for Jenette. When they got to the
door to their room on the second floor, their eyes met just as Jenette
was inserting the key. Without a word spoken, they slowly began to draw
close for a first kiss. Jenette paused briefly, still holding Debbie's
gaze, as she tilted her head slightly to the side and took a long drag
of her cigarette from the corner of her mouth, before their lips finaly
met. The warm soft tissue of their lips finally came together, at first
gently, then cemented tightly, as Jenette expelled the smoke into Deb's
eagerly waiting mouth. After several moments, Deb exhaled the smoke and
then Jenette placed the filter of the cigarette in Deb's mouth,
allowing her to reciprocated the taboo kiss.  Once settled inside, they
decided to fill one of the two sinks with buckets of ice from the ice
machine down the corridor in order to chill the beer. Then they took a
steamy shower together, exposing it all and feeling it all. Afterwards,
Jenette was laying on the bed in her nighty as Deb stood in front of
the vestibule area's mirror with a towel wrapped turban style around
her head. Deb was applying nail polish while enjoying a cigarette.
Jenette, who had brought her Polaroid in from the car so it would not
get stolen, decided to click off a few shots. Deb, hearing the now
familiar click of the camera, posed seductively with her cigarette,
taking long deep drags, and allowing several shots of her exhaling in
various stages of undress. Later, as Deb lay n bed with her head leaned
against Jenette's bare chest, they thumbed through the photos, Deb
commenting how "proud her mom would be to see these". Next, Deb carried
over an ash tray, cigarettes, and lighter to the night stand then
snuggled into bed with Jenette, lighting a cigarette for them to
share.  She pampered Jenette, filing and painting her nails, between
intermittent drags from the cigarette and licking Jentte's now erect
nipples. Jenette, beginning to feel an attachment to the once insolent
hitch hiker, suggested that she could take her to Tampa and that she
would like to meet Deb's mom. Deb, now even more excited, wrapped her
arms around Jenette, giving her a long, deep kiss, then saying "Oh,
Jenney, that would be great!".  After several more days of "getting to
know each other", they finally made it to Tampa. Debbie's mom, Amanda,
saw the car pull up and greeted Deb at the door holding a just lit
Benson and Hedges, the brand she always smoked. Deb looked around the
house and asked her mom "where's Flo?". Florence had been Amanda's
"Special Friend" for several years. As the three visited in the living
room, Jenette and Deb sitting in the love seat and Amanda in the
recliner, Deb began to crave a cigarette and, almost reflexively,
causualy took one from her purse and lit up. Amanda, in disbelief at
seeing her daughter smoke for the first time, enthusiastically went off
to the kitchen to grab another ash tray for Deb and Jenette. Jenette
took the opportunity of Amanda's absence from the room to sneak a
kiss.  Amanda returned to the living room with an ash tray for Deb
sooner then expected and began clearing her throat, as if to let them
know she had returned. Jenette quickly broke off the kiss but continued
to hold Deb's hand.  Amanda, now beaming proudly, suggested that
Jenette could spend the night before heading to Winterpark. Deb, having
just taken a long drag from her cigarette, eagerly asked Jenette,
"Could you Jenette, we could sleep in my old room. Please?" as she
spoke while exhaling. Jenette agreed, now feeling comfortable at her
newly discovered sexuality, giving Deb a warm kiss in the presence of
Amanda, who just smiled at them proudly. Later that evening, Amanda
happened to notice the Polaroids of Deb in her purse.  As she smiled
looking through them she said to Jenette, "So, you must be the one who
finally taught my daughter to smoke?". Jenette smiled sheepishly and
said, "Yea, I guess so. But your daughter has taught me a thing or two
as well".  THE END
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