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Fantasy, Hetero

It'd been a long day. John had driven up to a nearby city for business. He'd spent nearly 12 hours in various sales meetings, expositions, and even a dinner meeting. He was glad to be going home, but the exhaustion was overwhelming.

As he got into his car, John considered the idea that maybe he should book a hotel room and just drive home tomorrow. But after weighing the pros and cons, he decided to just head home. It was, after all, only a two hour drive.

As he pulled out of the parking lot, John turned on the radio, turned up the volume, and sang along to a couple of tunes. He did this in an effort to stave off the ever-growing fatigue, but as he started to approach the city limits, he was well aware that it wasn't helping.

It didn't help matters that it was dark out and that there was virtually no activity on the roads. The dim yellow street lights seemed to calmly urge John to slip into a nice, peaceful slumber. The unfortunate part was that it was working.

It was at that moment that John noticed a hitchhiker up ahead. A mere shadow, yet given John's current state, the distant figure was a glimmering beakon of hope. John had always avoided picking up hitchhikers because of all the horrible stories he'd heard, but at this moment, he was willing to forgoe the off-chance of a horribly painful death for a conversation that would keep him awake.

As he slowed to pick up the journeyman, John realized that this ominous figure was actually a beautiful woman. She had dark hair (in a ponytail) and ruby-red lips. Even with the dim yellow street lights John was able to make out how red those lips were. Somehow they were inviting.

The woman also had on a blue and white plaid shirt and blue jeans. Completing the package was a pair of cowboy boots. Indeed, it seems John had found himself a cowgirl. He secretly thanked God that he was heading out onto the highway. He couldn't stand the idea that he'd have to listen to country music all the way home.

John pulled to a stop and unlocked the passenger door. The woman stood there for a moment. She took one last puff on her ciggarette and through it into the bushes. John took this moment to admire her body just a little more. She had perfect hips indicating (probably) a perfect butt. While her plaid shirt was a bit loose, John could still tell that she had around average sized breasts.

Yes. It was safe to safe John was attracted to her from the start.

The woman opened the door, through her backpack into the back seat, and sat down. She looked briefly at John, then turned to close the door. She turned back to John. "Thanks," she said, with what seems like a hint of annoyance in her voice. She turned and stared straight out the windsheild.

John signalled and turned back out onto the road. "I'm John," he offered.

"Helen," came the reply.

A few moments passed and the car finally passed the last of the city lights and was out on the open highway. He was still tired and it seemed as though he picked up the only hitchhiker in history that didn't want to talk. Or were they all like that? He'd never picked up a hitchhiker, so he really didn't know. He supposed that it would make sense that conversation with a total stranger might be a little uncomfortable.

Regardless of this realization, John needed to stay awake. And the only way that was going to happen was if he engrossed himself in conversation. Problem was, he wasn't sure what to say. Then it occured to him he'd never even asked the obvious, "so? Where to?"

Helen didn't even turn to look at him. Instead, she merely spit out a one word conversation killer, "wherever."

John was at a total loss. Almost a bit frustrated, he decided he'd just talk and hope she would at least reciprocate a little bit. "You got business in town?"


"So why are you leaving this place then?" Maybe a direct question would offer up a response, he thought.

Helen shrugged, "bored, I guess." At last! An avenue!

"'Bored'? You're leaving town and going 'wherever' because you're 'bored'?" He chuckled a little. "What the hell kinda reasoning is that?"

"Pretty goddamn good, if you ask me," she said. There was a hint of anger in her voice this time.

"Seriously, that can't be the reason. You're only gonna be in the car for two hours. After that time, you'll never see me again. Think of this time as a time where you can vent. You can say anything you want, I really don't care. To be honest, I'm dead tired and I just want something to help keep me awake." He turned to her and gave her what he hoped was a charming look. "So how 'bout it? Why are you skipping town?"

Helen put her hands on her thighs. She looked as though she was thinking about whether or not to say anything at all. For a few minutes, the car was silent. John had just resigned himself to the thought that there would be no talking for the remainder of the two hours when she finally spoke.

"I'm leaving because of a guy," she stammered. It seemed very difficult for her to say, but at the same time it also seemed as though a great weight was being lifted off her shoulders. "I'm always leaving because of guys. I haven't been in one place for more than 6 months for the past 5 years."

"Why's that?" John asked.

"Well, for the most part, the guys I've dated were jerks. Some of them were absolute wackos!" She was almost yelling now, "This one guy even broke into my apartment while I wasn't home, and was stealing my panties when I caught him! The worst part? We'd broken up like 2 months ago! Jesus!"

"So was that the guy you're running from now?"

"I'm not running from him, and no," she corrected. "This last guy was actually pretty good. I thought things would last with him. But as the months went by, he became more and more sex crazed! I mean, I LOVE to have sex, but there are times where enough is enough, right?"

John nodded. This story was about to get good!

Helen continued, "well, Steve liked it al the time. He wanted it everywhere. At first it was great! We did it in resturaunt bathrooms, the shower," she paused and looked at me for a second. "And even in the car."

John gulped. She noticed.

"But last week I got my period," she was very serious at this point. "Steve STILL came on to me! It didn't matter if we were at home watching TV, or at the fucking grocery store buying goddamn carrots! He would just never stop!"

John looked at her and saw the fury in her eyes. "So you left him." It was more of a comment then a question.

"Yeah. I mean, the whole relationship was based on sex. It never woulda lasted anyways, right?" She stared at him now. "But truth be told, I haven't had sex in over a week and a half and I could kill for some cock right about now."

John was startled by the comment. He wasn't sure how to feel. But the growing pressure against his underwear and up against his pants seemed to tell him that his body knew exactly how to feel. He looked down briefly. Then he glanced over at Helen. Just that fleeting look and he knew that she noticed his bulge.

There was a silence for a couple of minutes. John stared straight ahead at the road, and Helen stared at straight at him. At that moment, she reached out and put her hand on his thigh. "You know, it was awfully nice of you to pick ...

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