help himself. His jaw was hanging open as if it were broken.
She scratched the inside of her thigh.
'You gonna drive, or what?'
'Oh… why, yes… of course.'
Then she giggled.
'I don't know if you know it,' she said, looking boldly at him.
'Know what?'
'You got a great big hard-on,' said the sweet young thing, and she laughed merrily.
Embarrassed and confused, Jonathon started to drive down the street, keeping both hands clamped on the steering wheel and his eyes on the road.
'Not that I mind,' she said. 'A guy has a right to have a hard-on in his own car, huh?'
He mumbled. He was sweating.
'But tell me… did you have a hard-on already, or did it get hard when you saw me hitchhiking?'
He supposed it was a rhetorical question.
But she said, 'Well?'
He saw that she expected an answer.
Then he thought: What the hell… why should I be embarrassed about it? Certainly not with a young tramp like this one… after all, she brought the subject up.
He said, 'Actually, my cock was hard before I saw you. I was thinking about my wife.'
'Oh. That why you stopped?'
'Huh?'
'Did you stop because you had a hard-on and you thought I might take care of it for you?'
'Certainly not!'
'Oh. That's a shame… because I would have.'
My God! he thought. Is this girl for real?
She squirmed around in the bucket seat, getting comfortable. He thought that he could hear her pussy squish juicily as she rubbed her bottom on the leather, but he knew that might be just his aroused imagination.
He figured that he had better change the subject.
'Where are you going?' he asked.
'Oh, that don't matter… just so it ain't too far out of my way.'
That threw him for a loss.
'What on earth do you mean?'
'Well, I ain't going anywhere in particular, is what I mean. Wherever you're going will be fine.'
'But… why are you hitchhiking if you aren't going anywhere?' he asked, his head spinning around in confusion.
She shrugged.
'Got nothing else to do,' she explained.
'Oh. I see. I guess…'
He wondered how he was going to get rid of her.
Then he wondered if he wanted to get rid of her.
He had never cheated an Jayne and didn't want to. But still, Jayne had gone off to the office party without him, leaving him with a huge hard-on… and it was her fault, and… and he was starting to rationalize. He didn't want to do anything with this young nymph… but his pecker sure did. He felt like a dinosaur, one of the big ones with two brains, one in the head and one in the tail. And the secondary brain in the head of his cock was urging movement of his loins.
He slid a sideways glance at her.
Her jeans were cut off so short that he could see a little wisp of curly pubic hair at the leghole. The blue denim was faded greatly and the crotch seemed to be darker… damp.
Her pert nipples stuck out, branding twin peaks into her white-cotton tee-shirt.
Jonathon clenched his teeth, determined to struggle against the unholy inspiration.
'Errr… what's your name?' he asked.
'Shirley,' she said. 'Shirley Tiddlewell.'
'Well, hello, Shirley. I'm Jonathon…' He had started to mention his last name. Thinking better of that, he bit the word abruptly off.
'Hi,' she said.
'I'm a bit puzzled about where to take you.'
'Don't you know a parking spot?'
'That's not what I meant.'
She frowned slightly. 'You're married, huh?'
'Yes.'
'Got to take that big hard-on home to your wife, I guess. Is that it?'
'Well… actually, no. My wife is at a party and I was going home alone.'
Her eyes gleamed.
'To wait for her,' he added, hastily. 'You're faithful, huh?' she said, sounding distinctly disappointed at that idea.
'Of course.'
'Too bad.'
'I don't think so.'
'Yeah. Well, I can understand it. A guy has to worry about his reputation, I guess. A girl, too, as far as that goes. That's why I like to hitchhike.'
'I don't understand.'
'Boy, are you ever dumb!'
Jonathon scowled. His dick lurched, motivated by that brain that moved his loins and did not respond to insults directed at his thinking brain.
'To save my reputation silly,' she said.
'But how does hitchhiking do that? I should have thought it worked the other way around.'
He was driving very slowly, heading towards home, not knowing where else to go since it mattered not at all to this remarkable nymphette.
He wished that he had not picked her up… almost.
She said, 'Well, it's like this. I like to fool around with men, right? But if I fooled around with the guys at my school, I'd get a bad reputation. That's what happens to girls who fuck lots of guys, they get bad reputations. Well, I wouldn't want that to happen. I like to be respected. So instead of fooling around with guys I know, I go out hitchhiking so I can fool around with strangers. That way, everybody has a lot of fun and nobody's reputation suffers.'
'I see.'
'Clever, huh?'
'Do you… hitchhike very often?'
'Oh, yeah. Two or three times a week.'
'And do you always get a lift with a man who wants to… err… fool around?'
'Oh, sure. I mean, not always. Sometimes I get picked up by an old guy, maybe, or a fairy, but when that happens I just get out and hitchhike back the other way and sooner or later I get lucky. Sometimes I feel like a yo-yo, but I always score in the end. The last time I went out hitchhiking I got screwed five times. That was pretty good, huh?'
Jonathon was sweating so profusely that his vision had started to blur. His hands were trembling on the steering wheel and his breath was coming fast and hard. He was panting like a steam engine.
His condition did not fail to register on Shirley, who enjoyed arousing gentlemen.
'And once I got picked up by a lesbian,' she said, watching him to judge his reaction.
'What… what happened then?' he croaked.
